#at least it's marketed as a family home. that makes it still a little romantically coded

[rotisseries]

i treat botw and totk like the sims so OBVIOUSLY I wanna do the dream home tarrey town quest, but this majorly conflicts with my emotional investment in the hateno house

#zelink live together in hateno!!! I can't move link out???? while zelda is gone no less??? #I get her back and I'm like yeah hey babe btw I moved out. yeah. and not even just to a different house #yeah it's an entirely different town. yeah it's very far from the school you teach at #yeah the one I teach at too after having done THAT sidequest #like. no. that's fucked up. I need a place to put the weapons I don't wanna use though #at least it's marketed as a family home. that makes it still a little romantically coded #bc it's undeniably a house for getting a partner and raising a family #i can tell myself this is the home they'll grow old in and shit. BUT IT'S SO FAR FROM HER SCHOOL IT KILLS ME

[bengiyo]

Last Twilight Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Mhok took Day out of the house to handle his withdrawal from university. The dean only allowed a temporary pause, encouraging Day not to give up on schooling or his future. While at school, Mhok made Day take him around a bit, but also helped shield him from encountering some of his friends before he was ready. Later, they went to a busy market to search for a book Day wanted on what was absolutely a date. Unfortunately, Mhok lost focus at one point and started fighting Porjai’s fiancé when he realized ole boy was stepping out on her. Mhok managed to find Day through the help of the hot pink shirt they had bought earlier, and then went home to Day’s worried family. The mom tried to fire Mhok, but Day stepped in and refused to let Mhok go.

“Do you even know how to flirt? I bet you don’t,” into Mhok putting the bowl of jasmine flowers in front of his nose. You both are fooling no one.

I like that Mhok is still taking Day out on trips, and I’m glad we’re using the He’s Coming to Me car.

Oh no, the intentionally bad singing. I almost never have to mute the singing, but did so here.

I love the dynamic between Porjai and Mhok. We almost never get to see exes with a functional friendship. That Mhok will likely end up with Day, and projecting a bit because of Namtam, we have bisexual exes with a good friendship. That feels special.

Day seems insistent about this friend thing, and it clearly touches Mhok.

Look at Day trying to get some details on Mhok by calling him Porjai’s boyfriend. He’s clever, but so is Porjai.

I’m always happy to see Film. I like this character already. She’s got a little bit of a chip on her shoulder that makes her seem tough.

I’m glad Day’s sense of humor has returned and he can tease Gee. That’s a good sign.

I like the show introducing new social challenges for Day every time he steps out a little bit to do something again. Telling Gee led to going to the gym, which led to an invite to a team event, and now he’s been faced with a fan.

I am very much looking forward to Day meeting August again.

Sea really has a great smile. He’s grown a lot as a performer since Vice Versa.

I also won first and second place trophies in national competitions. I feel for Day here.

I feel like I saw a recipe for this soup earlier today but cannot recall the name now.

This soft hands scene is GAY as hell!!

Mhok and Keng about to be like Kim and Sheego: ON SIGHT.

SHE’S PREGNANT!!

Did the badminton team host their goodbye party at a gay club??

Okay, I like Khaw asking Day about porn. That’s probably dude behavior. Quickly communicates the past relationship and their attempts to be more comfortable with each other.

Mhok really is so tactful when it comes to Day. Showing up in the bathroom and clearing up that social situation instantly was so well done.

No, Day, please don’t make Mhok sing again. I’m enjoying the flirting enough!

I fully expected Mhok to sing the romantic song from the car and was not wrong. Oh, Aof.

I wonder how badly Day and August parted that he was so nervous about running into him today.

Just throw him into bed sweaty and in his outside clothes??

Oh, whew, we’re making Day change at least.

Mm, I’m feeling emotional about Day trying to privately see Mhok’s face and not give himself away.

Yep. Mhok was in prison. He’s definitely a light sleeper, and definitely knew what as happening.

Oh, hell yeah! August shows up next week!

This really is one of my favorite shows airing right now. Aof has a strong handle on the pacing of relationships, and he loves when relationships work towards emotional closeness after another boundary is crossed.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Wednesday - Cold and Hot - Door.20

warning : fluff

The calendar

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Wednesday :

°When Christmas comes around, the students are released from school and even though she had planned to look for deadly ice spiders, she couldn't avoid coming to her family.

°However, her parents, uncle and brother were more than happy to see not only wednesday again but also her future daughter-in-law. Wednesdays partner would bake extra cookies in the shape of spins and skulls which immediately earned her a plus point with Gomez.

°Even if the black-haired girl tried to escape from her family, she would end up in the garden of the house. Her sweetheart next to her, both of them wrapped in a dark blanket, a black punch in their hands as they watched the cold snowflakes fall.

°Morticia had insisted they at least take the black punch if it was going to be romantic, much to the chagrin of her daughter who rushed out the door and took her love with her. But the grateful look Wednesday gave her mother was not lost on her.

°She laid her head on Wednesday's shoulder and heard the little smirk, ,,Forgive my family...I wish you a Merry Christmas my heart," said the black-haired girl and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, but the deathly cold of the Addams only seemed to make the shiveringly cold moment even better.

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Enid :

°Even though winter is actually her favorite season and Enid loves to play in the snow, the visit to her family with her friend was something else.

°As happy as her mother was that her only daughter had finally turned, it became problematic and above all unpleasant when they found out that the blonde had a steady girlfriend.

°While Enid's loved ones assured her that it would be all right, they could leave at any time, the blonde knew that the werewolves would come after them if they didn't come to Christmas dinner.

°However, throughout the meal they held hands under the table, assuring each other with looks and small gestures that all would be well. Before they simply took the raspberry sorbet to their room at the end of the meal to escape Enid's parents.

°Cuddled up together on the soft bed, they shared the big pink blanket, cuddled with the colorful stuffed animals and watched the Christmas story with the muppets. A movie that she knew would calm Enid and be fun for the blonde.

°They fed each other every now and then, their hands intertwined and almost lying on top of each other, enjoying Christmas Eve. ,,I hope Christmas is still fluffy enough? "Enid asked, looking at her love. She saw the smile and the nod which also reassured her before she gave her a happy kiss.

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Xavier :

°Christmas more like Xavier is alone again because his father puts on Christmas shows and forgets his son. The only one he had left was his girlfriend.

°He was infinitely grateful to her for staying at school over Christmas and spending the festive season with him. As best they could, they both spent their time elsewhere. They enjoyed long walks in the forest, through the town's Christmas market and in his hut.

°Christmas itself came true when he made her something to light up the hut and seeing her happiness when he took her hand was almost enough for him. Even though he had bought her something small and the pair of earrings in the shape of snowflakes looked pretty on her ears, it was not what she valued most in the end.

°When evening came and she put the homemade hat on his head, he gave her a kiss and pulled her onto the couch and put the blanket over her before turning on the homemade movie with a flick.

°It was a simple love movie, but instead of the main characters, Xavier had painted her and himself into the movie. He lived through the story and with each new scene he gently drew her closer to him.

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Tyler :

°Christmas was almost always still work time, but this year Tyler was lucky and he was able to go home early to the small apartment where his girlfriend was already waiting for him.

°His sweetheart and he sat down together to eat homemade cookies and drink sweet tea before heading to Tyler's father's house where he had prepared a goose for them. A tradition they both couldn't escape but at least the relationship between Tyler and his dad was better.

°The two of them were sitting together in the car on the way there, holding hands and munching on one of the cookies they had baked the night before, which had turned the whole kitchen into a sweet chocolate-covered world.

°It was a relaxed evening and Tyler's dad ended up drunk on the couch and the two decided to watch the city fireworks on the balcony. It was a relatively new idea from the civic leader but they both enjoyed it.

°Sitting on his lap under a blanket, mulled wine in hand, the sky amazed them both and they continued to cuddle up to be closer. Tyler gave her a gentle kiss, his fingers clasped hers and he wished her a ,,Merry Christmas my love" as the sky turned a warm red and they kissed again.

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#advent calendar #wednesday series #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #enid sinclair #enid x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader

[random-french-girl]

Hey @jimalim... I know it's been FOREVER but I have not forgotten about this, and I happen to have some time today, so, here are a few thoughts:

I think the first few days, maybe the first week, they don't do anything apart from figuring out their new life (finding the apartment and getting a job and working on their cover story and waiting for news or orders from the OCS and planning out Ava's training). But as they get settled, I love the idea of the two of them finding... not quite hobbies, but small activities to do in their downtime, that they enjoy?

a) Ava takes swimming lessons at the public pool, and when the class ends she keeps going to the pool, because she finds out that she loves the water - floating makes her feel free, strangely, weightless and peaceful ; she likes the burn in her muscles when she swims laps ; and she LOVES organizing cannonball contests with all the little kids she met in swimming class, and splashing everyone, even (especially?) when it ends with Bea scolding her and then wrapping her in a huge fluffy towel and offering to dry her hair.

b) Beatrice goes to the public library at least twice a week. She stays there for an hour or so, perusing the shelves, pulling out books that she's curious about, reading in the quiet room, in one of the comfy armchairs. She also brings back books for Ava - Ava gives her very broad directions, like "i want to read about mushrooms" or "get me the most romantic story they have" (that request makes Bea unreasonably nervous), and Beatrice loves trying to find the perfect pick for Ava - she misses research! - and loves Ava's delighted reaction every time.

c) They both start going to the farmer's market that takes place every Saturday morning in the town square. Ava chats up all the vendors, learns their names and their entire family history ; she makes friends with an old shepherd selling goat cheese, and with the woman who sells honey, and always comes back with gifts, and gossip. Beatrice wanders through the fruits and vegetable stalls, internally making their weekly meal plan as she goes, and allowing the purchase of small treats (fresh strawberries, a still-warm brioche, the most beautiful tomatoes) that she pretends are only for Ava's sake, though she enjoys them just as much as Ava.

d) They take turns cooking. I know a lot of people believe that Beatrice can't cook - not me! I think she can cook very well, she has all the technical skills, and she's used to it too, since meal preparation was part of the collective life at the convent. But she doesn't take a lot of pleasure in cooking - it's just a necessary chore for her. Ava, on the other hand, LOVES cooking, because it's so new, and it reminds her of Mary, in Matteo's restaurant. She's very enthusiastic, and creative, which sometimes leads to utter disaster, and sometimes to absolute masterpieces that she is completely unable to recreate.

e) Beatrice likes to pick flowers. The alpine meadows are filled with wildflowers, this time of year, and whenever she takes Ava out for a day of training, she can't resist plucking one, maybe two, on their way back, and inhaling the scent, and brushing her fingers along the soft smooth petals, and enjoying the vibrant colors. The beauty of flowers is one of the few things she still finds easy to praise God for. She doesn't think Ava notices, because Ava is either trailing a few feet behind her, grumbling and sweaty and muttering about very unfair training coaches, or distracted by a baby cow, or, more rarely, walking quietly beside her. But Ava does notice, and one day Beatrice comes home after a day shift to find an enormous bouquet on their rickety kitchen table. Ava spent the day picking flowers for her, she explains, both obviously very proud of herself, and also visibly flustered, for some reason, and Beatrice's stomach does a weird swoopy thing that she decides to ignore, but she's smiley and warm and fond all evening, and doesn't even protest when Ava makes her watch some dreadful Swiss reality TV.

#avatrice #ava x beatrice #warrior nun #i had to limit myself actually cause i have. so many headcanons about switzerland - as we all do... #anyway. my kingdom for a drawing of ava faced with a baby cow for the first time and beatrice handling the cuteness overload poorly #jimalim

[tiredassmage]

swtor secret santa 2023

Happy Life Day @sheyshen! I got to be your Secret Santa this year! <3 I hope the holidays were kind and the new year brings you good energy!

There was so many delightful opportunities provided in your requests, half of my battle with this was choosing what to do! Finally settled on the chance to write a nice little pre-trip holiday moment for Ava and Jonas; I hope I've done them some justice and you enjoy! <3

~x~

Ava eyed the recipe laid out on her counter, carefully propped against the wall so she could see it over the arrangement of ingredients and supplies. This one had been fine-tuned over several years of family gatherings on Coruscant - handwritten as a testament to both care and age, a few pages pockmarked with notations of variations tried because of a different ingredient appearing in one of the markets or a hand that had been a bit overeager on the pouring and whisking here or there.

Usually, she’d like to wait and their mother’s kitchen on Coruscant would be packed tight with the kind of warmth and laughter that’d make any baked delights all the better - the “secret ingredient,” as it were. It was the kind of thing you’d move hyperlanes for, no matter how increasingly difficult the galaxy seemed intent on making that feel.

She frowned slightly and squinted down at the page, trying to discern a scratched measurement. It might be tighter this year, given everything. Frankly, she’d count it one of her miracles that herself or Jonas were free for any period of the holiday season.

She had briefly interrogated Jonas with a suspiciously quirked brow and an amused slant to her lips. She couldn’t entirely pass up the suspicion his quick smirk and easy lines about it being far too long since he’d last seen her ‘in her element’ weren’t to blame for some level of it.

For most, it was probably easier to imagine Jonas Balkar cutting deals with that sly tongue of his to get out of paperwork and reporting than saddling himself with more of it, but… Jonas wasn’t the most subtle creature she’d met. She could recall at least a fair handful of times such a moniker for the fellow spy may have made her roll her eyes.

That frown of concentration deepened a bit as a comm ring threatened to interrupt her careful mix of ingredients. A part of her nearly sighed instinctively; the odds that it was work related were historically not exactly in her favor and such interruptions had been almost suspiciously lacking over the last several days she’d been able to spend on last-minute shopping and packing for the still-hopeful trip back to Coruscant. Assuming this wasn’t such an interruption-

She brushed her hands through a towel quickly before reaching to answer the call. Eyeing the ID couldn’t bring anything but a smile to her lips. “Hey, stranger.”

“Stranger?” Jonas huffed in mock-offense, “And here I was hoping you might’ve been thinking of me. I wasn’t gone that long, was I?”

“Hmm,” Ava considered for a moment, feigning putting quite a bit of thought into the matter. “I don’t know… You’re the elusive type, after all. Maybe I thought you disappeared into some Mid-Rim sunset, never to be heard of again.”

Jonas shrugged. “Don’t try too hard to make it sound romantic now,” he teased. That lopsided teasing grin had been historically exasperating, but now..? Ava struggled to suppress a giggle. “Say though, you wouldn’t happen to be home, now, would you?”

Ava’s eyes narrowed as she paused, whisk in hand. “You’re up to something.”

“Can’t a guy earnestly inquire about his darling?”

“Jonas.” Ava cocked her head pointedly, a grin starting to struggle against the pseudo-interrogation.

“Well, you could at least let a guy in,” he said. “You know, it’s quite cold in some parts of the galaxy this time of year.”

“What?” She blinked in surprise.

“Answer the door, silly!” Jonas laughed.

And he was still chuckling when Ava found him at her door, a gloved hand over his mouth doing a poor job of masking that grin of his. “Really?!” she said, “You called? To answer the door.”

Another barely-contained laugh shook his shoulders. “All worth it to see the look on your face,” he said. Then, with a fairly theatrical flair, he offered a half-bow. “‘Honey, I’m home?’ better suit you?” Ava rolled her eyes and gave a tug on his arm to pull him inside. “Fret not,” he soothed, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, “I haven’t come empty-handed.”

“Who exactly did you bribe to get both of us free?” Ava questioned.

Jonas held up a free hand with a single finger raised. “Ah, ah,” he scolded lightly, “I haven’t even played my whole hand yet.” Another grin appeared as his other hand came back out of his jacket with his datapad. “For you, my dear.”

Ava’s nose crinkled and leaned back against the counter as she took it from him. “If this is reports you’ve dodged filing-”

“Now, now, that wouldn’t be such a merry way to spend the holidays.” He nodded again to the screen. “Go on. It isn’t going to be the season forever.”

Ava shook her head and checked what he’d left pulled up on the screen: ticket confirmations.

For Coruscant.

For both of them.

“Jonas!” Her eyes went wide. She tucked the datapad tight against her chest. “Who did you bribe for this?”

“Bribery?” Jonas shrugged. Only a kitten could match that kind of mischievous innocence in that crooked smile and glinting eyes. “I’ve not the faintest clue what you could possibly be suggesting of my fine character.”

She elbowed his arm. “Not to accuse you of modesty,” she teased as he huffed again, “but… thank you. I know the kind of work you dodged for both of us.”

“‘Dodging’ isn’t quite the word I’d use for it,” he grumbled lightly.

Ava giggled, “You know what I mean.” She checked his datapad again. “Well, we better get packing, I guess.” She elbowed him again, a bit sharper. “And just when I’d started another batch.”

“I’m sure I know a few other favors to take some along,” Jonas said with another smile. “C’mon then, I'll help you. They certainly don’t make themselves.”

“I do know where they tend to disappear.” She handed his datapad back over and tugged at his jacket. “You could at least make yourself comfortable. Look like you’ll stay awhile.”

Jonas rolled his eyes playfully and stepped out of the kitchen to hang it up. “Just long enough. We’ll have a flight to catch in a few days.”

#swtor secret santa 2023 #dot words #swtor fanfic #others ocs #jonas balkar

[whichstiel]

A Christmas Prince II

I haven't even watched THAT many Christmas or other holiday movies yet this season, but I just vividly dreamed an alternative sequel to the Netflix's A Christmas Prince.

The movie began with them divorced after a short but rocky marriage. The magnifying glass of royalty charred them both and they parted ways amicably (but also obviously heartbroken).

After the opening recap monologue where she talks about her whirlwind royal romance and subsequent heartbreak (disclaimer: I haven't watched the movie in at least a few years - what even happened in it?) we cut to her leaning in to kiss her new girlfriend. (That's right, Netflix says bisexual rights!) They're ready to spend their first Christmas together. Her new girlfriend really wants to introduce her to her parents when the whole family gets together for the holiday. It's bittersweet for our heroine but she tries to move on.

But Amber (I just had to google her name, shut up) gets a call from her Journalism Boss, the Boss of Journalistic Sources. The crown jewels from her former lover's kingdom have been stolen!!! And there's nobody better to cover the news than Amber.

Amber breaks the news to her new girlfriend buuuuuut also obviously makes a big terrible lie out of it. Instead of "sorry, babe, I need to work," she tells the girlfriend that she can't meet the parents because her Christmas surprise is an all expenses whirlwind romantic trip toooooo ALDOVIA. Her girlfriend is apparently NOT a news reader, connects no dots, and packs her skis, baby!

They arrive in Aldovia. Amber tries to spend the whole time wearing slouchy hats and sunglasses, so that nobody in this tiny, fake European monarchy will notice its famous former queen. Hijinks happen. She probably gets recognized by the butler, or something, who secretly plots to "accidentally" reunite her with her former husband who has been pining for her this whole time.

The girlfriend is a sweet but lazily written cinnamon stick who is mainly in the movie to be holiday-card cute and super sweet to Amber (while Amber spirals after glimpsing the Prince - er, King? IDK). We want Amber to reunite with her lost love but also? Girlfriend is sweet like kitten? Must protect??? Maybe this will be a Frozen situation and the girlfriend will turn out to be a total Hans.

Amber is trying to focus on the case - er, journalism story. WHO STOLE THE ROYAL JEWELS? She is only in the country for this reason! She definitely does not find herself comically hiding herself in hedgery to spy on her prince! Especially when a princess comes to town looking to give away her rose, if you know what I mean.

This part of my dream is a little fuzzy, which probably means it doesn't actually exist. So let's have a little fun and make it up.

We can throw in a...baking contest. How about Amber goes undercover as a contestant to sneak into her former home and nobody will recognize her at all because, uuuuuuh, she just has "one of those faces?" (Her bakes are terrible.) She tells her boss that she's only in it to find the jewels and save the prince's kingdom cover the news story.

While Amber is living her worst life, her actually still pretty new girlfriend is busy being a solo tourist of Aldovia. We get what could be a sad montage of solo Christmas card moments (decorating cookies at the local snowy farmer's market stall, holding baby bunnies at the Pet Palace Emporium (the bunnies wear little fake poinsettia bows), and drinking hot chocolate while looking at CGI snowy mountains). The thing is, she's not sad about it. Girlfriend is having the BEST time. It keeps things light for this Netflix romance and we don't feel too bad for girlfriend. She is in a stale three month relationship and all she has is this amazing overseas vacation to show for it!

Amber ends up getting discovered at the palace by the prince. He pulls her into a lavishly red and green decorated room to hold a hissing conversation about why she is there, is she there because of this princess interloper, does she want to get back together, does she miss him too, has she happened to spot any very shiny rocks anywhere?

They decide to solve the mystery together before parting ways FOREVER. One last adventure! Hijinks ensue again, and we're made to suspect the interloping princess, the mysterious relative of the prince who just so happened to be visiting and may be trying to steal his throne, and probably a mysterious shopkeeper who bears some resemblance to Santa Claus and keeps showing up unannounced all over the movie.

While they try to find the missing jewels, Amber and the Prince fall back in love. Or, realize they never fell out of love.

Amber breaks up with her girlfriend - probably during the baking contest - and runs off to stop the prince from getting engaged. It turns out the princess interloper is nowhere in sight and the prince is just...staring out over the mountains, longing for Amber.

Finally, we get back to my dream. The snowy garden is full of twinkling lights and Amber and the prince lean in. Turns out they never stopped loving each other. They vow to let nothing get in the way of their love again. It's time to get married again! They can overcome anything including Journalism and Jewel Thieves! Will their marriage crumble again?

That's probably for next year's sequel.

The cinnamon-stick girlfriend soothes her sorrow by heading back to the Baby Animal Emporium to snuggle more bunnies. The spurned Princess shows up, looking to soothe her heartache with some, uh, bunny snuggling as well. I guess they're going to be featured in the spinoff movie?

Oh, and what about the JEWEL THIEF? We almost forgot about the mystery sub-plot! A squirrel lumbers across the yard while Amber and her prince reaffirm their love. It's...dragging a ruby pendant. They follow the squirrel and find the entire treasure trove of Aldovia shoved into a hollow tree. The thief was small and furry and there's no threat to the kingdom after all! Let's turn to the camera and laugh, share a kiss, and.......fade into snowy mountains while a generic Christmas love song plays us out.

#a christmas prince #christmas prince #dreams #christmas movies #christmas movies that never happened but really should #christmas romance #hallmark movies #hallmark movies that never happened but really should

[bluegekk0]

💐

gift giving is the primary way everyone in the family expresses their appreciation for each other. for some, it's just something they enjoy, but for others it's sadly a result of struggling to communicate their feelings

i think i'll start putting longer responses under a read more thing, i think they end up cluttering people's feeds too much, so here it is haha

i mentioned before that grimm loves bringing gifts for each family member every time he leaves town. he's completely obsessed with them, they're on his mind 99% of the time, and whenever he's away from home he wishes they could all travel together. unfortunately, that is not possible, at least at the current point in the au, so instead he puts all of his mind into searching for things to buy for each of them in the shops and markets of various kingdoms. to him, they're like little pieces of the places he's in that he can bring back home and share with his loved ones, and he makes sure each gift is something that would be to their liking

the emoji reminds me of valentine's day so i'll touch on that as well. grimm is most certainly a romantic, and if hallownest doesn't have a designated love day, he'd pick one himself to shower fpk with affection. they don't have many date options seeing as fpk is still afraid of traveling, and the city of tears is quite unwelcoming to them (though i do have a small side plot in mind where grimm finds an acquaintance in the city who offers them safe visits in their dining place, i'd love to touch on this later). but to them just spending some time together is enough. they have a favorite spot in greenpath, the bench by the waterfalls to be exact, and i could see them going there for a romantic date and some alone time

as for fpk, he started out in the "i'm not sure how to express that i love you so i will give you gifts instead" camp but over the course of the au he opens a lot more, so now he's doing it because he enjoys making his family happy. since he can't buy gifts, he instead makes them in his workshop. toys for lewk, new hunting tools for hornet, gardening tools and arm upgrades for holly, even something for zote if he ever hears that zote is in need of a thing he knows how to make. for grimm it's most often tech for his performances, mostly for special effects but also props. he does try to make things that can be considered beautiful, like some kind of sculptures or figures with mechanical elements. his sense of aesthetic and beauty is far from grimm's, so the end result isn't always the best of the best, but grimm still loves it and showcases each one on the shelves in his troupe tent

hornet is definitely in the same camp fpk once was. she has no idea how to talk about her feelings, she bottles everything up and often reacts way too angrily even if she doesn't mean it, but she does genuinely care about her family, even despite everything that happened. she struggles with communicating that, her fear of getting attached always gets in the way of every "i love you" she could've said to them, so gift giving is the best way she can express it without outright stating it. she wanders around hallownest a lot and she occasionally visits the junk pit to see if there's anything fpk could use in his workshop. if she goes out hunting, she always takes note of what food each family member considers their favorite. i think she also visits the city far more often than anyone else, so if there's any traveling merchants that stay there, or any new shops that opened, she will take a look at what they have to offer. holly enjoys drawing and sewing, so if she finds new pencils or sewing tools, she will bring them back home for them. if she walks by a bookstore, she'll look through the books and buy the ones she thinks grimm hasn't read yet. and if any merchant sells toys, she'll get something for lewk too. she's quite similar to grimm in this regard, even if she doesn't want to admit it

holly rarely leaves dirtmouth but they still have things to give to their family. their hobbies include drawing and sewing, so they often make things for the family to express their love, as they can't do it through spoken words. they enjoy sketching what they see, and that often includes the rest of the family. hornet reading a book on the couch, fpk hard at work in his workshop, grimm and his troupe doing a performance rehearsal, lewk chewing on zote's cloak. all kinds of everyday mundane things that they cherish greatly, and so are very inclined to draw on the pages of their little journal. if they like the result, they'll rip the page from the journal and give it to whoever's portrayed, hoping that they enjoy it. when sewing, they love making plushies that resemble the other family members (and other dirtmouth residents) and then giving them as gifts

lewk is still a child, and children love making gifts for their family. he is no different. he'll use holly's drawing supplies to make adorable family drawings, or try to make plushies similar to what holly makes. similarly, if he's in the workshop with fpk, he'll join him at the desk and attempt to craft something with his help which he could then give as a gift. he also joins hornet whenever she goes out wandering, so he'll bring back things that remind him of anyone, which most often end up being rocks that have a funny shape, or a piece of junk he thinks looks cool. things that can be considered, well, junk, but in his eyes are great gifts that he gives out of love and appreciation

i'd mention zote here but truth be told i think the concept of giving someone a present out of the kindness of one's heart is still a bit alien to him. he is always quite surprised if he receives one, and he does appreciate it even if he acts like he doesn't, but he still has a lot to learn and so hasn't yet processed that concept properly. he's never had a real family, and the years of putting on a mask and acting like a jerk aren't that easy to reverse. perhaps with time that will change, it'd surely be an interesting character development for him

#ask stuff #feral pk au

[peanut-booi]

Thank you @lovebillyhargrove for tagging me <3 i’m honored

Let’s go ! :D

1. Do they get together before the mindflayer possessed Billy or after shit goes down (or maybe during😲)?

I like to headcanon that Billy and Steve were together between season 2 and 3 maybe friends with benefits that ended up to lovers, but Billy freaked out about the all falling in love feelings so they've eventually broke up in an emotional argument, and through season 3 they still have feelings for each others but doesn't assume them, they deny them ;~; sooo season 4 reunion, they'll definitely kiss hard, tears and sad giggles because they've missed each other so much q~q

2. Who kisses who first?

I would say Steve, he's romantic and just wants to be in love with someone that he cares for and makes him feel fulfilled, so he shows it. Billy will not assume himself being gay, falling in love with someone like Steve feels impossible so when his feelings are reciprocal it just feels unreal.

3. Where do they have their first sex? (Location) (HJs and BJs count)

I don't know what HJ and BJ mean ( edit: now I'm aware of the meaning 👀 ) I would definitely say a party or Billy's camero, their sexual relationship has started softly/slowly with HJ/BJ to see if each other was into it, and maybe for more.

4. Who says 💖 I love you 💖 first?

Like I said, Billy wouldn't feel confident enough to tell Steve. And Steve would not hide his feelings and love thoughts :3

5. Bottom!Steve or bottom!Billy?

I believe in them switching ^^ if it's bottom Steve it would be dominant bottom Steve for me, I don't really like Steve being powerless or seen as a virgin when he's a bottom Soo :3

6. Do they give gifts to each other?

Not at first, they are just friends with benefits so presents are out the table because giving something to someone would mean having feelings for each other. And that’s something Billy wants to avoid unintentionally. They would potentially give each other mix tapes. But if do end up being together, they would give each other little stuff like jewelries, tapes, maybe even do clothes sharing :3

7. Where do they end up living? California, Chicago, Hawkins… idk. Alaska?? Any other location?

Away from Hawkins for sure, maybe California ? at least somewhere where they could be happy, proud of them and enjoy like near ocean to surf or swim :3

8. What are their future jobs?

ah hard question, i’ve remembered someone mentioning Steve as like a nurse or something similar and i like the idea of Steve becoming a caring person, wanting people to feel better and to protect them; If not, maybe a small job in a little shop/market at least feel good where he works. As for Billy, mechanic Billy is always the first choice, it fits him :3 Maybe Lifeguard again ? as a partial job ?

9. Who’s a better cook?

Uhh i don’t know, i feel like Steve will only know the basic meals but he would mostly order food since he lives “ alone “ and with school and all, you don’t want to waste your time cooking big meals for you when no one is here to at least congratulate you :/ Billy knows how to cook basic meals too for Max and him when their parents aren’t home. He maybe knows special meals that his mom was cooking for them or him especially :3

10. Steve Hargrove or Billy Harrington?

Billy Harrington, Billy hates his father so changing his last name for Steve’s one is a way to end the family descendants and annoy his father, which can also annoy Steve dad.

11. What’s Max’s reaction when she hears they’re together?

Confused, she would not believe her eyes or ears x) “ you gotta be joking “ She definitely would not understand how Steve ended up with Billy because he’s gross and quite “ selfish “ with himself you know ? ( admiring himself and being proud of the way he looks ). She’ll probably makes comments everytime she sees them together but deep down she’ll be happy to see Billy slowly changing and being happy, same for Steve even though she’ll be annoyed to see Steve waiting at the front door or trying to enter by the window x) 

12. Describe in one sentence Hopper’s reaction when he hears the names Hargrove and Harrington mentioned together? 

Annoyed, if he doesn’t know that they are together or friends (w/benefits) Hopper will be annoyed and mad to go separate them fighting until he arrives ready to give them a lesson, and find them having a moment 7w7 he goes from annoyed to embarrassed to understanding ( with a bit of annoyment ) 

13. Does Robin like Billy or does Robin hate Billy?

She’ll be annoyed first, because Billy is the new King of the school and she definitely doesn't like popular guys, being bullies and who are putting themselves under the spots like they were better than anyone. But she will start to understand him, know him and she will like him but still thinks he’s gross, making gross comments about what he’s doing with Steve and comments on Robin about how she should move her ass to go get her crush. Billy will be playful with her but if Robin needs support, advices Billy will be serious about it but add jokes and funny comments to de-stress her :3

14. What about Dustin?

ohh Dustin ?! Just like Max but he still would not accept the fact that Steve fell for someone like Billy Hargrove, sometimes things can go well when they talk about nerd subjects that Steve isn’t into ot interested into, it can end up in big arguments with middle fingers/confused/disapproval looks and sometimes they do agree with each other. But Dustin will be jealous deep down of Steve and Billy being together.

15. Fave harringrove AU?

uhh i don’t know, i like them all in their own way. I love the classic one with Billy surviving or avoiding season 3 :3

16. Billy + Camaro =…?

Love, he likes his car because it represents him, highlights him, translates his personality and it’s probably the only thing that reminds him of good times in California. ( i think he might even been meticulous with it like my brother x) )

I’m tagging @memes-saved-me @ihni if you want to do it and any one who wants to do it ^^”

#harringrove #tag game #steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #billy x steve #steve harrington x billy hargrove #peanut booi

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⸻  MARGOT ROBBIE. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of MONSTER by the automatic, well, it describes EMMA AINSLEY to a tee! the thirty-two year old, and SFX MAKE-UP ARTIST was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more messy or more ENERGETIC instead? anyway, they remind me of a glass cabinet full of monster masks, a closet of 80s cartoon tees, brightly coloured scrunchies, an infectious personality and polaroid photos of happy moments covering the fridge, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! 

time in notting hill ; 8 years.

tw: infidelity

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ABOUT.

Name: Emma Ainsley Age: Thirty-two Date of Birth: 18th January 1991 Birthplace: Radlett, Hertfordshire, UK Occupation: SFX Make-up Artist Romantic/sexual orientation: Biromantic/bisexual

Rebelling wasn’t ever something that Emma had thought she’d do when she was younger. She was the perfect daughter, in fact, despite being raised by nannies and ignored by her parents. Shipped off to boarding school in Switzerland at a young age, you’d think rebelling would be the first thing on her mind… but it wasn’t. Instead she returned home with a bounce in her step and a family pride in her heart. None of it really made any sense. She supposed, though, back then, it was a case of appreciating where she had come from and what she’d been afforded because of that. Later on in life she realised how delusional she’d been.

Her childhood wasn’t normal in the slightest, neither was her sisters. The only time they saw their parents in fact was during the summer, which is when they’d find themselves on movie sets with their father, forced to work there and make themselves useful. Her sister lived for it —- at least that was how it had seemed to her all those years ago —- but Emma gradually began to build up some kind of resentment as the summers went by. It wasn’t what she wanted at all, she didn’t enjoy it, it was the last thing she wanted to do. She wasn’t her father and she never would be, family name be damned. In fact, as time went on, it became clear to her just how much she wasn’t her father’s daughter in the slightest. She was sixteen when she found this out to be fact. Her mother had, had a short lived affair and Emma was the product of it. Her parents chose to keep it a secret, to raise her as his daughter no matter what, which was why it was so easy for her to run from that life.

At eighteen she left without word and made her way to Los Angeles. While on set she had found some kind of love —- make-up. Not just fancy eyeshadow and candy coloured lipsticks, but the way it could be used to transform someone into something completely different. She became fascinated with fantasy, with horror, the magic that could be performed with a little latex, a brush and some glue. She discovered quite early on it wasn’t going to be the easiest industry to get into, but she threw herself into college in the City of Angels, determined to make something of herself no matter what it took. She started out as an intern, shadowing someone else, then moved onto small budget indie films, refining what she already knew and creating a style that was all her own. After that, it was almost as if the world were her oyster, she could do what she wanted.

Emma’s second love, because the work always had to come first, was flirting. It wasn’t long before she got quite the reputation for sleeping with a lot of the actors she formed a connection with. She didn’t really care, her main priority was having fun and that was exactly what she was doing, not like it was hurting anybody, right?

A little after finding her place in the industry, she chose to move out of the city and back home to the UK, to London to be exact, settling in a house on the edge of Notting Hill. She turned the place into her sanctuary quite quickly, although Emma’s idea of a sanctuary was probably a little different to everybody else’s. The place was littered (and still is) with her work, memories of monster movies and zombie apocalypses adorning the walls. She was convinced, of course, that this was one of the reasons her relationships never lasted more than a month or two and mostly consisted of random one-night stands. Guys who set foot inside were usually pretty quick to get out again, brandishing her a weirdo, although there were definitely a few who got off on it. She learnt to take it all in her stride and her eccentricities did nothing to tame her reputation as a man ( and woman ) eater, often leading her into trouble, scandals following her around from set to set.

A couple of years after arriving in London, she managed to land one of the biggest jobs of her career, taking her away for the best part of a year. She learnt a lot on that project. It wasn’t at all what she expected, but she grew, began to understand herself a little better.

When she got back to Notting Hill, she threw herself back into her work again, travelling back and forth the country. She worked on herself, too, trying to be a better person… to a certain degree, although Emma soon discovered a leopard couldn’t change its sports. Trouble followed her around like the wind, affairs were a regular occurrence, her own or trying to talk an actor quite happy in their relationship into one. She got off on secrets and danger, the possibility of getting caught sending her spiraling into a high that she found she couldn’t get any other way. She knew it had to stop, just wasn’t entirely sure how to make that so.

For a couple of years, she attempted to throw herself into a real relationship, became the doting girlfriend even, but she didn’t know how to make it last. The whole thing ended in tears for everyone involved. She’d never really had it in her to make someone happy. At least, she never thought she had, so she supposed that was why she never truly tried. Having a house full of dogs was easier. Inviting people into the chaos that was her life had always been difficult, it was easier for them to run, she preferred it that way. But recently she’s found herself pining for a life she’s not allowed herself to have. A family. Someone to love. Someone to see through her flaws. Whether that ever actually happens remains to seen, she has a lot of issues to work through, but she’s hopeful. One day it might be nice to play out in her backyard with children, not just with her dogs.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

younger sister.

exes.

disastrous dates.

actors she's been involved with.

close friends.

work connections.

#✧ emma ( intro ) #nottinghillintro #infidelity tw

[lastheavens]

Fall

I grew up in New England where fall has a very specific type of feeling. The weather is between 40 and 60 until mid November when the weather usually just stays in the 40s. The trees are beautiful orange and red. The animals in the yard have switched from deer and bunnies to just turkeys. When my sister was younger Sundays from September to November were for football games where she cheered. Every weekend I'd sit with my mom on the sidelines, the amount of blankets and jackets we brought slowly increasing as the season went on. The smell of the parent run concession stand still lingers in the air on the first crisp day of every year. My favorite part of fall back home though was the fairs. Harvest fairs every single weekend where I got to eat delicious food and drink homemade lemonade while wandering around looking at the animals. I would spend hours at every fair I went to wandering through the vendor buildings hunting for free samples and looking at the barns filled with art or baked goods. If I was lucky my family would go to the Big E where I'd wait up to an hour just for a baked potato from the Connecticut building. Then every November I'd head back up there with my parents to go to the Equine Affair, a big horse convention basically. I grew up with these things as a guarantee of every single fall.

I moved to the Midwest for college back in August. I left too early to go to any fairs and fall break was too late and too short to go back home and enjoy any. It was in the 80s until mid September then went back and forth from 50 to 70 until last week. Today is Halloween and it's snowing. Part of me is actually weirdly nostalgic about this fact since I remember two Halloweens growing up where I was trick or treating with snow on the ground. Yet the other part is just disappointed. This is the least fall feeling fall I've ever had. Apparently where I live fairs happen more in July. The only connection I've really had to anything back home has been the stupid apple flavored syrup from starbucks since it makes any drink taste like an apple pie. I got a few homemade lemonades from the farmers market a couple times but it never had the same vibes as fair lemonade. Apparently there were no baked potatoes at the Connecticut building this year so I guess I didn't miss out on that. But the Equine Affair happens the weekend before I'm home. At least the leaves here are changing color but none of that has been met with the perfect weather for just a t-shirt, flannel, and jeans. I didn't get to bake Halloween sugar cookies this year and I'm too old for trick or treating. I've barely had any apple cider and my mom brought me some donuts but they made me sick. I can't wait to go home for Thanksgiving and experience a little bit of the fall I'm familiar with. I just can't wait to go home.

Current obsession song:

Can you tell I went to see the fnaf movie lol. My halloween costume is actually Vanessa lol. But like game Vanessa.

#diary #writing #journal #fall #Spotify

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Heyy!!

I dont think there's such think as semen donors in aot cannon?

BUT WHAT IF Captain Levi agrees to be the donor to squad leader (or just cadet) reader in a platonic relationship/eventual romance?

Just cute ackerbabies!

Lmao you’re probably right, no semen donors in canonverse. But I honestly love this idea so much, I feel like it would be hard for Levi to make that romantic connection so I could see him making that choice, and maybe it developing into something more!

Summary: Levi can’t wait any longer to start a family, and you are willing to take that step with him.

Word Count: 1.7K

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You choked on the small sip of tea that you had taken. Catching the small drops of liquid that had escaped your lips.

“Come again now?” You managed to form words after a moment, Levi seemed uninterested as always, those charcoal grey eyes dull and apathetic.

“You heard me just fine, you know that I hate repeating myself.” He scoffed as he shifted so that his leg was crossed over his opposite knee,

“Yes I heard you but....marriage?” You were shocked to say the least. Levi had never shown any prior interest in any long term relationship with anyone, although the two of you had hooked up a handful of times.

“I don’t see why not. We already share a room, not to mention that we-”

“Okay I get it, just...it’s a big commitment and I’m not sure that I’m-”

“Oh please, what else do we have to look forward to anymore? No more fighting, no more political issues to deal with might as well settle down and...” He trailed off, his gaze cast downwards into his cup of tea, which was probably cold by now. You sighed deeply, placing your cup down gently and leaning back into the sofa that the two of you were seated on. His arm was slung casually across the back of the sofa, his finger tips ghosting over your shoulder.

“I know but Levi...marriage?” you were a bit disappointed. He had said it so casually, as if he was asking you if you wanted to run to the market to grab apples.

“If you don’t want to then just say no.” He snapped, clearly getting frustrated, he rose to his feet and began to march towards his desk. You chased after him, catching his wrist. You knew it was difficult for him to express himself, to put things lightly or being considerate to your feelings.

“It’s not that...I’m just a little caught off guard.” You admitted as you held his wrist gently. He let out a breath that he had seemed to have been holding in, he turned and laced his fingers through yours, his other hand diving into his pant pocket. You waited patiently for him to say something, but he only pulled out a small black box. Your heart skipped a beat, this was more how you had pictured being proposed to. He fell onto his knee and opened the box slowly, revealing a modest silver ring with a small diamond embedded in the ring.

“Oh Levi...” Your fingers were still laced with his as he knelt down, you squeezed his hand affectionately.

“I already bought the damn ring, just say yes.” He grunted, averting his gaze as his thumb glided over your knuckle.

“You have a point there.” You chuckled as you gave him a small nod, which was enough of a yes for him.

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You were married by the end of the month, a simple court house wedding with Armin and Mikasa as your witnesses. Afterwards you had gone home and eaten dinner as usual. Just another week, except now the sex that you and Levi occasionally had, became a hell of a lot more regular. You had no complaints, or at least that was until you were hunched over the kitchen sink puking your guts out. You had missed your period as well, and it didn’t take a genius to know what that meant. You decided to wait until you were certain to tell anyone this however, seeing how difficult pregnancy could be, and the unlikeliness of carrying to full term seemed high.

So you made sure to go to the doctor twice before telling Levi that you were pregnant. He’d had a very similar reaction that you’d had when he had asked to marry you.

He choked on his tea, his hand flying to his chin to catch the liquid.

“Pregnant?” He repeated, and you nodded, leaning against the table where he was sitting.

“H-How long until...”

“Give or take seven months.” You shrugged, trying to put on a brave face, after seeing how frazzled he was you wanted to make this as casual as the rest of your relationship.

“So...we should probably start cleaning out that spare room and-” You cut him off by kneeling down and placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“We’ve got plenty of time for that, for now let’s just...enjoy not being responsible for a helpless shitty baby.” You said softly as you slowly sank onto his lap. He hummed his approval, but still seemed rightfully on edge.

“We can start cleaning the room in few weeks, there’s no rush.” You assured him as you scattered kisses across his sour face.

“I’ll start tomorrow.” Levi hummed as he tilted his head to the side.

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Turned out that you were both in way over your head. Around 12 weeks into your pregnancy Hange was pressing her stethoscope to your rapidly swelling belly when she froze. Levi tensed when he noticed this, and you frowned.

“What is it?” Levi asked as he gripped the back of the exam table.

“Nothing’s wrong...just-”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” Levi scowled as he watched Hange continue to feel around your stomach.

“That’s cause it isn’t nothing, I’m hearing two heart beats.” Hange told you as she stood to her full height.

“Two heart beats?” You felt feint at the news, you had known that twins ran in your family but you had never expected to have them yourself.  

“Yes, it appears that you are having twins” Hange said with a wide smile as she folded up the stethoscope. Your vision blurred, the worry that you had been experiencing prior to the appointment had doubled along with the number of children you were having. 

“No shit.” Levi replied breathily as he held your shoulder firmly. 

“If I were you guys I’d go clean out that room now.” Hange advised as she cleaned up the space that you had been using as a makeshift exam room in her office. 

“I’ll get right on that.” Levi said, shooting you a concerned look as he helped you up onto your feet. 

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The twins were born premature, the labor itself wasn’t nearly as bad as you had expected. But you realized that it wasn’t that bad because of how small they were. The only reason that they both survived was thanks to the Marleyan medical equipment that had been shipped over courtesy of Zeke and Yelena. You and Levi spent countless hours in the hospital as you awaited for the twins to be discharged. In that window of time you decided on names, it was difficult but you decided on Harrison and Harper. You weren’t surprised to find that they both took after their father, dark bluish grey eyes with a full head of black hair. The one thing they seemed to have gotten from you was your facial structure and your complexion. 

It was a massive relief to bring them home, now instead of staying up until the wee hours in the hospital you could do it in the comfort of your own home. 

One particular evening you were walking laps with Harrison, gently patting his back as you bounced off of your heels as he cried. On your third lap around the entire cottage, you peeked into the nursery to see Levi reclined on the rocker with Harper fast asleep. His eyes were closed, his naked chest rising and falling evenly as he slept. You envied him as you rubbed circles on Harrison’s back once more. His cries slowly died out and you managed to drag yourself to your bed and place Harrison down gently. Using the extra pillows, you managed to make a small barrier between him and yourself as well as the edge of the bed. It wasn’t often that you got to do this, seeing as you usually slept with Levi. But Harrison seemed content with laying in his dad’s spot for the night. His big blue eyes were watching your hair sway over his face as you adjusted the pillows. He cooed and babbled for a few minutes before falling silent, his tiny breaths putting you at ease. 

It couldn’t have been but an hour later when the sound of Harper crying woke you once more. Levi was pacing around the same way that you had been earlier before he finally managed to put her at ease. He returned to your room to see you sitting up, Harrison fast asleep at your side. 

“Care to join us?” You asked, voice gruff with sleep, or rather the lack there of. 

“Would I ever.” Levi groaned as he placed Harper in the pillow barrier with Harrison who was still fast asleep. He managed to squeeze onto the bed, laying on his side like you were as the two of you watched Harper sooth herself into sleep. His gaze left the small baby in favor of studying your features. 

“What would you have done if I had never asked you to marry me?” The question caught you off guard, your fingers were tracing the soft features of your babies. You hummed in thought but the answer was already on the tip of your tongue. 

“I’d have asked you to marry me.” You said with a wry smile and Levi rolled his eyes at your cheesy reply. 

“That’s not what I meant...well not really.” Levi grumbled, you paused again in thought. What would you have done? Certainly no more military work, that chapter was over for you. 

“Maybe I’d open a bakery. My grandmother left me all of her recipes. What would you do?” You asked, finger running along the soft dark locks of hair that were growing from Harrison’s head. 

“I’d open a tea shop.” Levi answered quickly, his own gaze back on the babies, his hand resting on Harper’s stomach, rising and falling with her breathing. 

“Why don’t we just say fuck it and do it?” You asked, not sure if you were serious or if it was the lack of sleep talking. 

“There was that space for lease last time we went into town...” Levi offered thoughtfully. 

“Yeah, we could fix it up and open a cafe.” You said excitedly as you leaned over the sleeping babies in hopes of coaxing a kiss from Levi. He nodded in agreement before leaning over and planting a kiss to your lips. 

“We’ll talk about it in the morning. Go to sleep.” Levi sighed as he stretched out on his side, and closing his eyes. You smiled and mirrored him, your hand resting on Harrison’s stomach now as well, your fingertips brushing his. 

You knew that you’d made the right choice. Marrying Levi was the best decision that you’d made in a long time. It may not look like the typical love story, but you knew that it was real, realer than most relationships. And you wouldn’t want to have it with anyone else. 

#hange zoe #levi ackerman #levi aot #aot fanfiction #levi x reader #armin arlert #eren jeager #eren mikasa armin #erwin smith #mikasa ackerman #levi fanfiction #levi is a dad #levi x y/n #levi x pregnant reader #levi x reader insert #levi/reader #levi x fem!reader

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Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Pairings: Arvin Russel x Fem!Christian!Reader

Summary: Arvin knew he shouldn’t have left you alone with that new preacher... 

Warnings: Sexual assault, physical assault, cursing, Teagarden being a perv, really nothing out of the ordinary for this movie. 

Word Count: 5250

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“Arvin! Stop!” You giggled, pushing your boyfriend off of you as he nibbled up and down your neck. There wasn’t anything sexual about it, he just loved to hear you laugh and he knew how much the action tickled your skin. “You’re so annoyin’!” You laughed, cheeks flushed red as you gently pressed on his head to try and move it. 

He pressed himself up, looking down at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever lay his eyes on. Arvin was straddling you, his knees trapping your hips beneath him. A hand was placed on either side of your head and he looked down at you, “But you’re so pretty when you laugh.” 

“Oh? And I’m ugly all the rest of the time?” You asked jokingly, hands reaching up stroke up and down his arms. 

Arvin leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling away ever so slightly, hovering just above your lips. Both of your guys’ eyes were still closed as if it were a romantic moment until he whispered, “Ugly as a mule.” 

You both busted up laughing and you shoved him, his body rolling onto the blanket beside you, “I’m breaking up with you.” You teasingly told him. 

“Ah, c’mon. You know you love me.” He looked over at you, loving how the autumn sun lit up your features. 

“I tolerate you. Don’t get it mixed up.” You rolled your head over to see him already admiring you. Your smile got bigger when you locked eyes with him. 

“Well I love you.” Arvin admitted sweetly, bringing a gentle hand to your cheek and kissing you one more time. 

Arvin made you feel beautiful and special and safe, all those things that no boy had ever made you feel. He always had. Even when you were children back in middle school and neither of you really talked to each other, when you saw him around the halls, a peace just settled over you that made you feel like you were on top of the world. When the two of you began dating ten months ago, that never changed. 

“I love you too.” 

The two of you laid back against the yellow blanket with little orange flowers on it, the one that you’d taken from the linen closet back home. This was yours and Arvin’s favorite place, a little clearing in the woods. The grass was tall enough to be soft but not so tall that it hid critters. Flowers lined the edge of the woods in the spring. It wasn’t springtime now but that only meant that instead of a display of white and yellow flower buds, the pair of you had a beautiful show of brilliant reds and oranges from the falling leaves. 

Everyone in town knew you were together. Word spread fast around Coal Creek and it was nearly impossible to hide anything. Your families were both supportive of the relationship. Emma loved that you were involved with the church and put effort into the community when you could, often participating in bake sales around town. She liked to tease that you won Arvin over with your “man catching apple cobbler” as she now called it, since he officially asked you to be his girlfriend over a slice of the delicious dessert after a Sunday service. 

Your parents liked Arvin as well. Even after Fred Dinwoodie had told your dad about what Arvin had done to Gene, it surprisingly made him like Arvin more. “You got yourself a good man who knows right from wrong and ain’t afraid to stand up for the people he loves.” Was what he’d said, which had surprised you. You knew that Arvin had beaten all the boys right after he’d done it, since he came to you to help him calm down and ice his knuckles. You were terrified for your parents to find out, though, sure that they’d tell you to break up with him for fear of violent tendencies. Thankfully, that day never came. 

It was nice out there, bundled up in a warm brown coat, laying on Arvin’s chest, and watching the leaves fly across the crisp sky in the breeze. 

“We should probably get headin’ back.” You said reluctantly, pushing yourself up to sitting. 

“Why’s that?” Arvin perched on his elbow to watch you tighten the jacket around your frame, a cool breeze hitting just right. 

“The new preacher asked me to come by this afternoon. Said he needed help planning a fundraiser to raise money for the less fortunate families in town.” You traced a finger over his knuckles gingerly, small pink marks littering his knuckles from his attack on Dinwoodie and his boys still healing over. 

“Ain’t you one o’ them less fortunate families in town?” He asked, trying to find a way to talk you out of this. Ever since Preston Teagarden had humiliated Emma on his first day, Arvin had it out for the man. 

You scoffed with a chuckle, “Yeah, but you are too and your grandma is still always bringin’ stuff to church. Just cause I’m broke as shit doesn’t mean I can’t try to help other people who are broke as shit.”

Arvin stood up with you and helped you fold up the blanket, “I just don’t like that new preacher. Somethin’s off about ‘im.” 

“I agree that he was totally out of line callin’ your grandma out like that two weeks ago but I’d like to think that maybe I can talk to him about it.” The two of you began to walk back to Arvin’s car, grass swishing under your steps. 

Arvin’s face twisted, “I just don’t trust the man. He’s always up there on that damn stage actin’ all high ‘n mighty every Sunday like he ain’t done nothin’ wrong.” He reached forward and opened your door for you, closing it after you slid onto the seat. He walked around the car and got into the driver’s seat. 

“He’s a sinner like the rest of us. It’s just about doing what you can to make yourself better.” You responded, looking over at Arvin sweetly. He gave you a skeptic look and sighed deeply as he turned his attention back to look towards the road. With one hand on the steering wheel, he slid his free hand over to hold yours gently. The rest of the drive was in comfortable silence, with the exception of the radio quietly playing in the background. 

Arvin loved you. He really really loved you. You generally had your wits about you, a heck of a lot more than most of the girls in Coal Creek, not allowing your religion to totally cloud your vision. You were a good girl, good enough to make his grandma happy and not cause too much trouble around town, always helping those in need, but not so pious that you made everyone else around you feel like a sinner. You were still fun, you still made mistakes. Arvin felt like you were something between ethereal and real, somehow elevating him as a person but also showing him just how good life could be. 

Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but feel like you were making a mistake with this preacher. Of course, with your caring nature, you would help him, especially knowing it was for the poor folks in town. But something about Teagarden just made Arvin’s skin crawl. He just couldn’t put his finger on it… 

The tires rolled to a crunching halt on the gravel outside of the church. The graveyard to the side looked dark and gloomy as always, the cloud of loss looming over almost everyone in this town in one way or another. The church, though, stood small and humble in the field, white paint chipping after years of weathering. 

“Thank you for the ride.” You leaned over and pecked Arvin on the cheek. 

He let out a heavy sigh, “You really sure you don’t just want me to take you home?” 

You rolled your eyes at him with a sweet smile on your face, “Yes, I’m sure. It’ll be fine, Arv, but thank you for the concern.” Opening the door, you climbed out, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“What? No. I’m givin’ you a ride home.” Arvin looked offended that you even suggested such blasphemy. 

“I don’t want you to have to drive all the way back here for me and I don’t know how long this’ll take. Besides, I don’t live too far from here.” You shook your head, leaning against the open door.

Arvin raised his eyebrows, “What kind of man would I be if I let you walk home alone at night? I’m givin’ you a ride home ‘n that’s final. I have to run to the market anyways to get some stuff for my grandma so I’ll just do that ‘n come back here for ya.” 

With loving warmth welling up in your chest, you leaned into the car, holding onto the roof for balance, while you kissed him on the lips, “I’ll see you in a few then.” 

Pulling yourself back out of the car, you closed the door and waved before spinning to walk towards the church. Looking behind you, you gave Arvin one final wave before disappearing through the door. 

The church was empty, though you expected nothing less on a Saturday afternoon. The pews were empty so you wandered into the building curiously. You closed the door behind you as you walked further in. “Hello? Reverend?” 

Preston Teagarden approached from the door off to the side of the main stage, where his office had been located, “Y/N! Forgive me, I expected you to be a little bit later.” 

You stopped in your tracks, “Oh, I’m sorry! You didn’t say an exact time. Just afternoon…” You chuckled awkwardly, suddenly feeling bad for arriving early. 

“No, no, it’s no problem at all,” He waved his hand dismissively. Teagarden made his way down the aisle a few rows before stopping, “So from what I’ve heard, you are the one to talk to about fundraising” 

Flattered, your cheeks turned a light shade of pink, “Oh, well I don’t know about that… I’ve done a few fundraisers but I wouldn’t say I’m the one to go to.” 

“Nonsense, girl! I’m sure you’ll help plan something amazing. Now, why don’t you come over here and we can start talking about it.” He gestured towards the pew he was leaning on and waited for you to sit down before sliding in next to you. 

Your legs crossed when you sat down, “So, I was thinking about this for a few days and the high school has a harvest festival every November. If we set up a bake sale, we could easily raise a few hundred dollars, at least. Everybody loves Mrs. Lyle’s lemon bars and I’m sure those alone could rake in a small fortune.” You giggled a little at your small joke and the preacher did as well. 

As he did so, his arm slid behind your shoulder so smoothly, you almost didn’t notice at first. Almost. Though the action took you off guard, you chose to write it off. People had done this before to you platonically so this probably didn’t mean anything. Just a show of interest in what you had to say. 

“Mmm, you’re makin’ me crave some sweets,” Teagarden chuckled, looking over his shoulder and then back around the room. 

“Well I can guarantee that you won’t be disappointed. Coal Creek ain’t got much but if we got one thing, it’s some mighty good bakers.” You dug around in your bag that you’d brought, searching for the journal that you’d been planning this event out on, “I actually did some math and I was thinking… we could charge a dime per cookie or a dollar a dozen, yeah? And then maybe a quarter for a slice of pie and then a dollar twenty five for-” 

The preacher stopped you, placing his hand on the notebook, “You really thought this out, huh? You sure are one smart girl there, Y/N. You go to the high school?”

The older man had scooched closer to you sometime during your ramblings and suddenly, you began to feel suffocated by his presence. His body was nearly flush against yours and his arm around your shoulders were trapping. 

He’s a preacher, he wouldn’t do nothin’, you tried to convince yourself but Arvin’s voice came ringing in your ears: I just don’t like that new preacher. Somethin’s off about ‘im. Trying not to be obvious, just in case you were misreading things, you slid away from him just slightly to put some distance between your bodies. As you did so, however, Teagarden’s hand closed around your left shoulder, rubbing it firmly but gently. 

Your eyes widened when you looked over at his grip and your heart began to pick up pace. “Yeah.” Your voice was shakier than you thought it would be. 

“What are ya? Junior, senior? You look young… but definitely not a little girl.” His eyes raked tactically over your body. Your legs were shaped out well in your cuffed denim jeans and your white and pink striped boat neck long sleeve shirt was far from revealing but Preston was well aware of the way the stripes curved out of place over your breasts. 

“Senior. I’ll be graduating this June.” Now your voice was solid and low, just teetering on threatening. 

The preacher smiled, “Ah, ain’t that exciting. Such a smart pretty little thing going out into the real world. It’s good to see a nice Christian girl going out there but y’know, the real world is real bad. Believe you me. You gotta be real careful out there. Temptation and sin ‘round every corner. The devil hides himself, y’know? Wraps up all his evil and disguises it as everythin’ you ever wanted.” 

“A wolf in sheep’s clothing.” You stated quietly but firmly, looking up to lock eyes with him. Arvin was right. Something was certainly off about this man and you were becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second. 

Preston smiled proudly, “That’s right. Now, you gotta make sure you ain’t fallin’ into any o’ his traps.” 

Your jaw clenched and your eyes darted around the room before landing in your lap, “I’d like to think I got a good ‘nough head on my shoulders to see Satan working in disguise.” 

He tsked, “That’s a good start but you can’t go relyin’ on your own knowledge of the world. You need to let God tell you what’s right ‘n wrong. Trust in Him.” His hand on your shoulder shook you slightly for emphasis while his other pointed upwards towards Heaven. 

There was a brief moment of silence in which you could have heard a pin drop before he spoke again, “How is your walk with God?” 

You looked over at him with narrowed eyes, “It’s alright. Could be better but everyone’s could, I s’pose.” 

“I agree,” Preston’s leg started bouncing and he looked towards the front of the church, where he typically stood preaching, “E’ryone could walk a little closer. Myself included.” He gestured to the front of the church, “Why don’t we pray? C’mon over here.” 

He stood up and walked up to the head of the room, just below the cross. Cautiously, you followed him. “I like to think as a man of God, I can do some of His work. Or rather put the good word out there and try to save as many souls as possible. Why don’t you get on your knees? Lemme pray for ya.” 

A shiver ran through your spine as you knelt down on shaky knees, eyes going up to the large black cross that hung on the wall. Please, Lord, get me out of this. You prayed silently. 

Preston stood behind you, his hands coming to your shoulders as he began, “Lord, today we pray for Y/N and her excursions into the world as a young woman. Help her see through the devil’s delusions and guide her through this world. Lord, I pray that you see Y/N in everything that she is as she dedicates her whole self to you. Give her strength, amen.” 

“Amen.” When your eyes slid open, your whole body was shaking. 

“So you say you got some good judgement?” Preston asked as you stood up, “Say you walk in the light?” 

“I try to but we all have our slip ups.” You answered humbly and honestly, avoiding his eye contact. 

Preston hummed, “I seen you with that Russell boy. Y’all going steady?” Silently, you nodded in response. “There’s a lot of temptation in relationships like that.” 

It was clear what he was insinuating and it actually made you mad. What right did he have to be poking around in your romantic and sexual life? “Has he ever touched you?” 

The bluntness of his question hit you like a rock, “With all do respect, Reverend, that ain’t really none of your business.” 

He put his hands up in surrender, “I don’t mean to pry. I’m just concerned ‘bout that boy dragging you down into temptation. Sullying your position with the good Lord, ‘n all.” 

“Arvin is a perfectly respectful man. He ain’t draggin’ nothin’ or nobody down.” Your voice was getting more aggressive. 

“So he hasn’t touched you? He hasn’t seen you…” 

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Like I said, that ain’t none of your business. Thank you for your concern for my soul but what Arvin and I do is between us and the Lord. I don’t need no middle man reverend to redeem me.” 

He shrugged, “But you know, one of the best ways to get right with the Lord is to surrender yourself. Fully.” He took a few steps towards you and your breathing hitched. There was a sexual tension in the air that made your skin crawl. 

“I’ve already given my life to the Lord.” 

You weren’t giving in quite as easily as Preston had expected. Those other girls, Lenora and Jeanette Reaster, had been easily manipulated into giving Preston what he wanted. Just tell them they were unclean and needed to get right with the Lord and right into his trap they fell but you… you were different. Smart in the worldy kind of way. You were the first girl to give him a hard time but Preston would be lying if he said he didn’t like the chase. 

You were staring daggers at him, your jaw clenched, and your body standing tall and strong. It was almost as if you were trying to prove a point. You could have run, could have darted out screaming about what had happened, but you didn’t. There was no proof and Preston knew it. This was how he got away with it all. No proof, all words and small touches that were just innocent enough to be misread. It wasn’t until he got them in the backseat of his car or in the office in the back of the church that he actually touched them but by then, it was consensual. Sure, for Lenora and Jeanette there was the issue that they were minors but that was the fun of these little towns like Coal Creek, The girl always took the fall. It was always her fault. Preston could get off scotch free and he knew it. He loved it. 

Almost like something out of a movie, he reached down and gently settled one hand on your hip and the other on your cheek, pressing his lips against yours without giving you a chance to object. You yelled indignantly against lips but when he pulled away, the hand on your cheek moved to cover your mouth. Preston leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “I am an extension of the Lord’s work. Surrender yourself to me fully to surrender yourself to Him.” 

** 

Arvin watched as you walked into the church with a distrusting pang in his gut. There was just something about that reverend that didn’t sit right. It killed him to watch you leave, knowing that you were alone in there with him.

But he also knew you were a big girl. The logical part of his brain kept screaming at him that he was being irrational. The reverend was probably an okay enough guy. He’d never be number one or even number twenty on Arvin’s list of favorite people but that didn’t necessarily mean that the preacher would kill your something. Besides, Arvin really did need to run to the market. Lenora had requested some pecans for a pie she wanted to bake and his grandma  needed more milk. It would be a quick trip as town was just a short drive down the street. 

Reluctantly, Arvin backed out the driveway and sped off down the street. 

The entire time that Arvin was at the market, there was an unsettling tingle all around his body. It got harder to ignore as more time passed. The longer he left you with Teagarden, the worse he felt. 

“Just these.” Arvin threw a bag of pecans and a gallon of milk on the counter and paid for it quickly, rushing back to his car. He wouldn’t be having these feelings for no reason. Best case scenario, you were absolutely fine and Arvin was just being paranoid. Worst case scenario… Arvin couldn’t think about it because every time he thought of one, another worse one popped into his brain. 

It had only been about twenty minutes since Arvin left you alone with the preacher. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how long planning a fundraiser would take. Church activities had never been his thing but he supported you as long as it made you happy. 

He sat in the car in the church parking lot, lighting up a cigarette to calm his nerves. Arvin’s leg bounced anxiously as he watched yet another late autumn storm roll in. The clouds cast a dark gloominess, turning the minimal light left from the mostly set sun a shade of grey.. There Arvin sat for another five minutes, awaiting your exit from the building but it never came. 

Fuck it. Arvin twisted his hat on straight and threw the door open, nearly stomping out. He couldn’t put his finger on it but something was wrong. He could feel it. 

Sure enough, when he threw the door open, he was horrified. Preston Teagarden had you locked in a tight embrace, his hands running over your breasts. The two of you were standing in the middle of the aisle, right in the center of church. You had a furious look on your face, “I swear to God you touch me like that again and I’ll cut your damn dick off!” You gripped desperately at his hand that was groping you, trying to pry it away but to no avail. 

The sound of the door swinging open was enough to draw both yours and Teagarden’s attention. “Get your fuckin’ hands off her!” Arvin wasted no time running into the conflict. Teagarden dropped you and your knees buckled from the unexpected action, landing you on the ground. 

He put his hands up in surrender, “Hey, now, let’s talk about this like real men.” 

Arvin threw one solid swing to his chin, sending his head flying sideways, “You ain’t no real man. Real men don’t gotta go around gropin’ girls to get off, you sick fuck!” Another punch landed on his opposite cheek and it sent Teagarden to the ground. 

You scurried away from him and stood up just ahead of Arvin. Preston cowered, hiding his face, “Please, please, have mercy.” His pleading eyes went from Arvin to you and he lingered on your gaze, knowing that he had a better chance with the mercy approach with you. 

He found none. Even with his blood smeared face, his teeth stained crimson, and the way his body shook, you just scowled down at him, “I’m gonna tell e’ryone in this town what a disgustin’ man you are. You think you can get away with this, you’re dead wrong.” You sent a swift kick straight to his stomach, making him curl into the fetal position with a loud groan of pain. 

But then he laughed. He actually laughed. 

“What’s so damn funny?” You and Arvin both spat in unison, blood boiling. 

Preston laid his head back and closed his eyes, an almost serene look of confidence contrasting the blood that covered him and the swelling of his lip, “Ain’t nothin’ gonna happen to me. You came to visit the church after hours under the guise of helping me with a fundraiser. But then you used your womanly charms to try and seduce me, a married man of God.” 

“That ain’t what happened!” Arvin yelled angrily, fists clenched by his side. 

When the words left the preacher’s mouth though, your heart dropped. You knew the truth, Arvin knew the truth, the reverend knew the truth. But none of that mattered if the Reverend told everyone his concocted story because he was a man of God. Why would he lie? 

A sadistic smile spread across his face, “It is if I say it is. Ain’t nobody gonna believe two teenagers over a preacher.” 

“He’s right.” Your voice faltered as you spoke, nearly coming out as a shattered whisper. When Arvin looked over at you, your face had paled and you looked utterly broken. 

It wasn’t so much that the assault itself was enough to break you, though, of course, it had definitely left you with the lingering ghosts of his filthy hands on your body. It was the fact that you knew he’d get away with it, that no matter what you or Arvin said, the town would believe Teagarden. 

Arvin swallowed hard, trying to see through the blinding rage. As a boy, he never truly understood the bias that women faced when they were victims of sexual assault- how it was perceived as their faults in towns like this. It had never happened to anyone he knew so he never had much reason to think about it. Now, you were forced to live with knowing that you assailant was going to keep his position as a fucking preacher in town and that you couldn’t do anything about it. 

Arvin wouldn’t let it stand. 

He stomped forward yet again and knelt over Teagarden, sending blow after blow into his face. Bone crunched bone with a disgusting crack with every hit and you flinched every time. 

Your eyes were wide with terror. Arvin’s violent past with Gene Dinwoodie and his boys was not unknown to you. You were the first person he’d gone to after the attack, in fact, and you’d actually supported him for the most part, only wishing that maybe he didn’t send them all to the hospital and only roughed them up a bit. Actually watching him beat someone to the brink of death though was something else entirely. 

“Stop!” The word left your mouth before you even knew you’d thought it. 

Arvin stopped and looked over his shoulder at you in surprise. He was doing this for you after all. 

“Don’t kill ‘im. Please.” You begged, your voice heavy.

“What?” Arvin wasn’t actually sure what he’d intended on doing to the preacher. Sure, he wanted to kill him. That horrified, angry look in your eye as he touched you made a fire burn in him so bright, he didn’t know if it could be put out. But Arvin had never wanted to be a killer. He only wanted to prove a point and make sure that the message stuck. Now that he thought about it, though, he would have to finish the job or the preacher would tell him he’d attacked him. 

Your eyes were almost brimming with tears, though none fell. This whole evening had been too much. First the assault and now watching the love of your life throw his good conscience away for you. You wanted the preacher to pay as much as he did but this just didn’t feel right. 

“P-please… I don’t want you takin’ the fall for none o’ this. He don’t deserve to die but I think a good beatin’ will give him some time to reevaluate ‘imself.” You’d walked towards Arvin and placed a warm hand on his shoulder. 

Arvin couldn’t fathom why you’d be protecting this monster. The question was clear all over his face. Why? 

“I’m not asking you to stop for him. I’m asking you to stop for you. I don’t want you to have blood on your hands for me. Not for this.” His heart broke seeing you look the way you did, your eyes shining with tears, and your hand a little shaky. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you more. 

Arvin grabbed the preacher off the ground by the collar and pulled him up almost a foot, leaning down to get in his disfigured face, “If I ever hear that you went near Y/N or any other girl again, I will find you and kill you. If you so much as look at her again, I will kill you. And if you tell anyone what happened here tonight, I will fucking kill you. You understand? Consider it that mercy you kept beggin’ for.” 

He dropped the preacher gracelessly with a thud and wrapped an arm comfortingly around you. For a moment, he was scared that you’d flinch away. You’d never seen him when he let his anger get the best of him and he preferred to keep it that way. He didn’t want you to think that he was a violent man because he really wasn’t. Arvin just cared for a special few so much that he’d do anything for them. He’d never hurt someone he loved though and needed you to know that. 

Thankfully, you leaned into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder as he walked you back to his car, leaving the preacher an unconscious mess in the middle of the church. When you exited the building, night had fallen upon Coal Creek, casting a fitting darkness over the town. 

“Thank you.” You said simply and quietly, looking over at Arvin sincerely on the drive home. 

“For what?” 

“For everything. Just bein’ who you are.” You paused with a heavy sigh, “But promise me something?” 

Arvin looked over at you, taking his eyes off the road for just a second to show you he was listening. 

“Promise me you won’t go gettin’ yourself in trouble for me.” 

He shook his head, “He deserved-” 

“I know what he deserved,” You interrupted, “And I am so grateful that you stepped in to help. But I don’t want you gettin’ yourself thrown in jail or killed for me.” 

There was short silence before Arvin looked over with the most sincere look you think he’d ever given you, “I can’t promise that. ‘M sorry, Y/N, but if I ever see you in danger, I’m gonna do what I need to do.” 

It wasn’t the response you’d been hoping for but this boy had the ability to make you feel more loved than anyone else you knew. You only wished he understood that you only wanted what was best for him, just like he did for you. “I love you, Arvin.” You admitted, sliding across the seat to lay your head against his shoulder while he drove. 

“I love you too.” 

#arvin #Arvin Russell #arvin rus #arvin russel imagines #arvin russel x reader #arvin russel x you #arvin russel x y/n #arvin russel imagine #tom holland #tom holland one shot #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tdatt #tdatt fics #tdatt imagine

[wonderwomanfantasy]

the hunt of the heart

awooga werewolf boys. 

Todoroki x reader 

Warnings: gore? werewolf shenanigans, swearing,

word count:  1,000 (ish)

Summary: Todoroki thinks what he’s doing is romantic, he’s sweetie at heart, but you can’t help but be a little scared.

You knew Todoroki, everyone in town did, he was the wealthiest man for miles, and like a lot of people, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Apparently, he had been outcasted from his own family he was such a sweet man, quiet and maybe a little awkward but kind. You knew Todoroki, you just didn’t know what he was. 

Shoto had never been allowed to be too close to humans before he’d left his pack behind. He didn’t know exactly what he was doing but he seemed to be doing alright just following his instincts. And his instincts told him to chase after you. You were sweet and pretty, you would make a perfect mate and his wolf wanted you. 

If you were a werewolf like him he’d take you running with him in the woods and he’d hunt for you, ripping the heart out of an animal and presenting it for you. Then you’d eat it, accepting him as your mate. But as he’d heard humans couldn’t digest raw flesh not to mention your flat teeth couldn’t tear through the course muscle. 

But he could still hunt for you, right? You Certainly couldn’t hunt for yourself, and didn’t humans look for mates that were strong and could provide for them? So he hunted for you. He tried to find out what you liked and found that for you, wild bores, onions, garlic, sheep. Anything for you really. He was too afraid of rejection to give you his prizes in person so in the dark of the night he left them for you on your doorstep for you to find in the morning. 

You were more than a little terrified to find the corpses turning up at your front door. At first, you thought it was a warning from someone else in town but the moody footprints leading to your door made it clear that it was an animal doing this. Sometimes it was muddy clumps of weeds, but those were the good days. You looked down at the pink stones in front of your homes, stained with blood so deeply you couldn’t wash them. You couldn’t take it anymore. That night you stayed up to try and catch whatever animal was doing this. 

You peered out of your window straining your eyes to see through the darkness. Then you saw it, a large white wolf trotting to your door with deer in its mouth, you flung open the door and pointed your gun at the wolf, cocking the rifle only hesitating because of the size of the beast, it was bigger than you were expecting, bigger than any wolf you’d seen before, you weren’t sure if one built could kill it. 

The wold paused and dropped the buck nosing it towards you and sitting back on its haunches almost proudly. “This is for me?” you asked disbelievingly. It wasn’t a threat or a mistake but a gift? The wolf cocked its head to the side as if it was obvious. 

“I don’t want it,” you said you felt a little silly talking to a dog like this but he seemed to understand you. “You don’t have to hunt for me,” you whispered. The wolf almost seemed hurt, its ears drooping and he whined sadly. You felt like you had just kicked a puppy

“I’m sorry, I know- or at least I think you’re doing this to be nice,” you said, reaching out and stroking its head before you could realize what you were doing. He didn’t snap at you or even flinch away from your touch. Instead, he let you pet him. What a strange wolf this was. As you looked at him you realized he was only half white, the other half was a much darker color although you couldn’t make it out in the night. 

“Please take this away,” you asked, softly but firmly. The wolf almost sadly dragged the dear away from your door. What a strange night, you would have thought you were dreaming if it hadn’t been for the paw prints outside your house the next morning. 

Todoroki was crushed. He wanted to spend the whole day inside of bed morning his rejection. You just didn’t want him, you didn’t like his gifts and asked him to stop. But alas he’d spent so much time hunting for you he hadn’t had enough time to get for himself, and had to go into the market today, he only hoped he wouldn't run into you and relive his shame. 

“Good Morning Todoroki! Are you alright you look upset,” you greeted him with a bright smile that only faded when you noticed the look on his face, Most people thought he was stoic but you could tell he was upset. 

“Good morning (y/n), and I’m fine It’s just, I got rejected and feel a little distressed,” he admitted. You frowned, you had to admit you were a little upset you weren’t the one he was chasing but he was so desirable you weren’t surprised. 

“Oh no really? If you don’t mind me asking what happened?” you asked. 

“I tried giving her gifts but last night she asked me to stop, so I don’t think she likes me,” he sighed. Something about that scenario seemed familiar. 

“That doesn’t mean anything,” you reassured him. “She might not have realized they were supposed to be romantic, try confessing to her directly and see what she thinks,” you advised him. You looked at him closely, the wolf from last night could have been half white and half red. You’d heard stories of werewolves, men who could transform from a human shape to one of a large dog, but you’d thought it was just a myth. 

“Perhaps they didn’t know the gifts were meant to be romantic, try asking her out directly and see if she likes you,” you said encouragingly. He perked up. 

“Thank you, (y/n) I’ll try that,” he said before parting ways. Now all you had to do was wait, if Todoroki confessed to you then you’d have to investigate further to see if he really was a werewolf, or he’d confess to someone else, and you’d have to find another explanation for your wolf problem.

#todoroki x reader #werewolf todoroki #todoroki shouto #bnha todoroki #my hero acadamy #my hero academia #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon #my hero academia abo #alpha todoroki shoto

[merakiaes]

The Ship Has Sailed - Aaron Hotchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Requested: By @witchcraftandwit​ and Anon. 

Prompts: #48 and #57 from the fluff/humor-list.

Warnings/notes: SMUT! This is a combination of two requests. I don’t know why it ended up so long, I kinda hate it but oh well. The smut scene is short and rushed because I lost inspiration and it’s hard to avoid writing the smut scene identical to the other ones I’ve written. I hope you like it anyway😩 NOT PROOFREAD, AND THE TIMELINE MIGHT BE A BIT WRONG. 

Wordcount: 6550

Summary: Hotch first met you, JJ’s older sister, when you came to the BAU to fill your younger sister’s empty spot while she went on maternity leave and as Penelope Garcia would have put it, sparks flied. The chemistry was there and it was strong, and you shared a drunken moment on a night out, but nothing became of it as Hotch deemed it to be too unprofessional. You went back to your old job and you didn’t hear from each other for a year, but now JJ is taking some time off to be with her family and who better fit to temporarily replace her than you?

Jealousy was never a nice feeling to have surging through your body, not for anyone, not under any circumstances.

Luckily, Aaron Hotchner wasn’t a frequent victim of the nasty feeling, having met Haley when they were both still just kids and never having any reason to worry about her leaving him for somebody else.

But Haley was gone now. He was a widower and in theory, he was back on the market for new relationship. Emotionally? Not so much. But again, theoretically, he wasn’t married anymore. He no longer wore his wedding band and one would be surprised at how easily women picked up on a naked ring finger.

Since Haley’s passing over two years ago, women had approached him in more ways than one. Witnesses during cases, single mothers at Jack’s school, athletes in the park, both workers and fellow customers at bars, restaurants, and grocery stores.

He’d lost count of how many times he had been approached and asked out, just as he had lost count of how many times he’d had to turn them down, and how many times his team had tried convincing him to rethink and give it a shot.

He was well aware of the fact that he deserved to be happy, that he deserved to be anything other than the miserable, up-tight man he currently was, as Rossi had once told him. A very big part of him wanted to get back up on the horse, to try to find love again, but he couldn’t. Something always came in the way when he wanted to say “yes”, and it wasn’t Haley like most people thought; it was himself.

But then you showed up; JJ’s older sister, recruited on your younger sister’s request when she gave birth to Michael and once more needed a temporary replacement while she went on maternity leave.

At first look, no one would’ve been able to tell you were Jennifer’s sister. You were so different personality and appearance wise, and it became apparent to the entire team when they first worked with you that it was you your younger sister took after.

Seeing the way you worked on a case, it was so clear that JJ’s way of working was an attempt to work, act and be like you. She had always been like that, trying to impress you seeing as you were her oldest sister. But when Roslyn died, that role model-connection she felt toward you grew stronger and your care for her bigger.

You were all each other had left and JJ always spoke so highly of you that when the time came for you to finally meet the team in person, their expectations of you were so high, they were nearly unattainable.

But they were pleasantly surprised and it was sure to say you did not disappoint, the expectations they’d had for you being nothing in comparison to what the real you brought to the table.  

But it wasn’t just in a professional, platonic way that you were surprising, at least not to Hotch.

Both of you had felt the strange spark the second your eyes first met and your hands touched to shake.

Undeniable attraction grew in both of your chests unbecknownst to each other,  but believing herself to be a matchmaker and personal messenger for Cupid, Penelope Garcia did not miss a beat, instantly picking up on the way the two of you held hands just a few second longer than you’d done with any of the others, herself included.

And of course, to no surprise, she rushed to excuse herself once introductions were out of the way and she was no longer needed in the room, to run into her office and call your little sister.

Since then, Penelope and JJ had both made it their mission in life to set the two of you up. The former tried giving hints to Hotch, as carefully as she possibly could as the fear to overstep and get fired still lingered, while the latter blatantly told you to go for it.

Hotch eventually picked up on what Garcia was trying to do and instantly shut down her suggestion that there should be anything romantic between the two of you, just like you had done to your sister for months.

But both of you were lying. That much was clear to both of the brave and unsuccessful matchmakers, with the lingering touches and ‘too long to be just friends’-gazes shared from across the room every time the two of you found yourself close, but not close enough.

JJ was home with the baby and obviously hadn’t witnessed the blossoming romance in the workplace, but the way Penelope described your behavior, she knew that she was right. And she got it confirmed when she got to see the two of you interact for herself during a night out.

The entire night, the two of them tried to get the two of you alone, in any way they could. They would send the two of you to fetch more drinks together at the bar, or they would drag literally everyone but the two of you to the dancefloor or to sing karaoke, knowing more than well enough that this was not something either of you would agree to.

But getting you alone wasn’t enough, as they watched you remain a good distance apart from each other from afar, stubbornly holding your professional relationship and barely even looking at each other.

So they did the only remaining thing to do and tried to drink you both under the table, which worked to some extent. Apparently, the two of you had more self-control than they’d hoped for and eventually, they just gave up and called it a night.

But unbecknownst to them, you were both a lot more buzzed than you let on, and while the others were too busy drinking and talking to notice, Hotch left the table no more than a minute after you had slipped away to go outside.

You were standing outside of the bar, leaning back against the brick wall and looking out over the still busy street when he joined you and as you noticed his presence, you turned your head to look at him.

No words were spoken, the two of you holding each other’s eyes for a moment, before slowly moving toward each other and meeting in the middle for a kiss.

There were fireworks, explosions, butterflies, tingles and every other expression you’d hear a lovestruck teenager use to describe their first kiss with their long-term crush, all mixed together.

The passion was so strong that you nearly forgot how to breathe, but it was over just as quickly as it started, leaving you disappointed and yearning for more.

You could see that Hotch had felt the exact same things you had, judging by the way he was squeezing his eyes shut as if his life depended on it while he backed away from you.

But he was clearly not a man who prioritized following his heart, the words leaving his mouth just a second later being not a confession of his attraction, but a rejection you had only experienced once in your life before.

It was because of the fear of rejection that you’d never really gotten into dating, but you’d been ready to make an exception for him from early in the start of your acquaintance.

You guessed that was your mistake, and you couldn’t really blame him. He wanted to be professional and at the end of the day, so did you, but it was still a struggle to pretend nothing had happened, that there was nothing there when in reality, there was so much.

Penelope understood almost instantly that something had happened when she saw you work together the next day, the two of you now suddenly acting like you didn’t even know each other.

And JJ, she picked it up on you alone and asked you about it. But you didn’t tell her, in an attempt to avoid complications with the team, and while she didn’t push you, she knew. And when she returned to work only two weeks later, Hotch knew that she knew.

You probably did too, but you didn’t care. You were just happy you didn’t have to put on a feign bravado around him for longer, as it wasn’t the easiest of things to do without alerting a team of trained profilers that something was wrong.

You went back to your previous job and Hotch remained at the BAU, the two of you going on with your lives without as much as a word to each other.

A year had passed since then and neither of you expected that you’d ever have to work together again. But JJ had made a last-minute decision to take some time of with Will and the boys and since she couldn’t find another replacement on such short notice, you were her only shot of getting her vacation days approved.

And what kind of sister would you be to get in the way of that?

You didn’t like it but you agreed despite it, for her sake and for the fact that you were an adult and an entire year had passed since your kiss with Hotch, so there could hardly be any chemistry left between the two of you after all that time.

But there was, and Penelope picked up on it the second you walked into the conference room and locked eyes with him, just like she had the first time you’d met.

Things were even tenser now than they’d been when you left and this time around, even the team picked up on the strained, awkward and hesitant energy both you and their boss seemed to radiate; more so than any other time when you were with each other.

Hotch must have picked up on the strange looks he was getting because much to your surprise, he asked you to come along to the crime scene with him and Derek, where things only proceeded to get worse.

Turns out, the lead detective of the case was a man in your age, a very handsome and charismatic one, who wasted no time in flirting with you, much to Hotch’s dismay.

Just like you, he hadn’t expected the spark to still be there after an entire year of not speaking to each other, but it was, and so were the other feelings that automatically came along with attraction; the good, and the bad ones.

Jealousy was a foreign feeling for him. The feeling of feeling replaced, watching from the outside and feeling like the odd man out, it was not something he’d experienced before.

He hadn’t realized how much he actually cared until he found himself clenching his fists to keep himself calm, surges of possessiveness going through his body that, in turn, he did his best to rationalize away and dismiss with a heavy heart.

For a moment, only for a moment, he wanted you to touch him, just for a second, so that he could feel like there was a single gesture, a single moment that he could say was meant specifically for him. It would’ve saved him from the unpleasant feeling and unwelcome thoughts he was currently doing his best to push through without losing his temper.

But when he overheard the detective beginning to talk about local restaurants, he snapped, leaving Derek’s side where they stood by one of the two bodies to approach you where you stood by the second.

“A word?” He asked as he came up behind you, and you turned around, eyebrows raised in surprise.

His face was hard and strict and his eyes showed no emotion pleasant. Still, you nodded your head, turning your body entirely in his direction while the detective excused himself.

“Sure. What’s up?” You asked, and watched as his face hardened even further, his lips pulling into a tight line and his entire posture more rigid than you’d ever seen it before.

“I would appreciate it if you’d focus on this case rather than flirting away precious time. As you are aware, we don’t have a lot of it before the unsub strikes again.” He spoke after a moment of silence, and to a start, all you could do was snort.

“Are you serious?” You asked lightheartedly, humor evident on your face and in your eyes. You couldn’t comprehend that he’d spoken those words in all seriousness at first, but when he did nothing to suggest he was joking, your smile fell.

“You’re serious? You’re really accusing me of flirting with the detective?” You asked again, wasting no time in crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive manner.

You stared him down, annoyance growing in the pit of your stomach, but he wasn’t fazed. “I’m not blind, and it wouldn’t be the first time you made a move on a co-worker, so if you want to keep this job until your sister gets back from her vacation, I’d suggest you’d do as I say.”

Not the first time? Not the first time?!

Anger quickly took over your entire body at the sound of his words and when looking up into the brown eyes that only minutes before would’ve been able to make your heart swell in your chest, you now only saw red.

Contrary to people’s belief, you didn’t have the best control of your anger, so before you did something stupid, you simply gave him a curt nod, spoke an equally as curt: “Yes, sir.”, and walked away.

As he watched your retreiving figure, he caught you mumbling something under your breath that sounded an awful lot like “fucking asshole”, but he wasn’t left a lot of time to dwell on it before Derek joined his side once more, having witnessed the entire thing and now having even more questions than he’d had before.

“What the hell was that?” He wasted no time in asking, and only then did Hotch move his eyes away from you to look down at the body at his feet.

“I was simply giving her pointers on how to do her job.” He replied, bending down by his knees and beginning to put on the blue gloves he’d been given at his arrival.

Derek stayed on his feet, crossing his arms and looking down at his superior. “Pointers wouldn’t have made her react like that so what’s really going on? What’s wrong with you today? You’ve been acting weird since she arrived this morning.”

“Nothing  is wrong.” Hotch shot back. “I just didn’t get a lot of sleep.”

He began removing his gloves again and stood back up, looking everywhere but at Derek as the man in question continued. “I don’t think that’s what’s going on here. I’ve been watching the two of you and I recognize this behavior well enough to know that you’re jealous. Why?”

“I have nothing to be jealous of.” Hotch shot back without missing a beat, throwing his gloves in a nearby dumpster.

“There’s clearly something.” Derek pushed, walking after him as he began exiting the alleyway. “What happened between you?”

At this, Hotch finally looked up to meet his curious and determined gaze, meeting it with a stern glare.

“Nothing happened and this conversation is over.” He quickly shot him down.

“Hotch…” Derek attempted to push the subject once more, but before he could go on, Hotch had sped up and walked ahead of him, going up to one of the crime scene investigators on the scene to ask about the victims.

The annoyance lingered at the back of his head even when he kept busy with the case. Apparently, more people had picked up on the complicated relationship between the two of you than he’d originally thought, and he didn’t like it one bit.

The rest of the day went by with little to no direct conversation between the two of you, but the indirect communication and interaction was plenty.

He kept dropping passive aggressive comments both about you and the detective, who couldn’t seem to take the hint that you weren’t interested, and both of those things were driving you crazy.

You didn’t know how you’d be able to put up with his cold behavior for an entire week but luckily, the unsub turned out to be quite sloppy, leading to a quick arrest and for the team to be back at the office before the night was over.

The six of you returned to the office together but Morgan left pretty much instantly again, after picking Penelope up from her office to go to the movies, which Spencer ended up going along to, as well.

While Rossi, Emily and yourself went to your respective desks, chatting slightly among yourselves, you watched as Hotch walked right past you and into his office, where he shut himself in with a slam of the door.

The loud sound made the three of you trail off topic for a moment, all of you just turning to look at the door where the blinds were still swinging back and forth from the force.  

“What’s up his ass today?” Emily asked after a moment of silence, and Rossi turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised in amusement but his eyes showing he was just as confused as her.

“I asked, but didn’t get much of a response.” He replied, and while they shook their heads, you lowered yours, hoping they wouldn’t ask you if you knew anything about it.

You were a good agent, a good profiler, but you were not a good liar when it came to people you knew personally. Criminals? Sure, you had no problem lying to them, but with the team? You wouldn’t have been able to keep a straight poker face.

Luckily, they dropped the subject quickly, turning back to their respective desks to gather the things they were planning on taking with them home.

While they did that, you sat down in your chair with a sigh, grabbing the high stack of paper work on your desk and moving it in front of you to begin.

“We’re gonna go get a drink before going home. Do you want to come with us?” Emily asked from behind you, and you spun around in your chair to face her only to find both her and Rossi looking at you, their bags now slung over their shoulders.

“Uh, no, not tonight. I have to fill all of this out.” You gave them a tense smile, motioning for the stack behind you. “Raincheck?” You added, and Emily smiled and nodded.

“I’ll hold you to that.” She said, and you chuckled.

“Take it easy, you two.”

“No promises.” Rossi teased, putting his hand on your head as an act of fondness as he passed you.

You spun back around to face the paperwork as they left, keeping your eyes on the file in front of you while listening to them leave. You kept pretending you were busy until the sound of the elevator reached your ears, only then looking back up and wasting no time in getting to your feet, heading straight for Hotch’s office.

When you reached his closed door, you peeked through the blinds, spotting him at his desk, looking to be filling out paperwork as if nothing had happened, as if nothing was wrong.

His nonchalant act only succeeded in making you more annoyed.

Still, you politely knocked on the glass window of the door before pushing it open, just enough for him to be able to see you.

When he raised his head to meet your eyes, you raised an eyebrow. “Can I come in?” You asked, as politely as you could, to which he only lowered his gaze again.

“I’m busy.” Was all he said, and that’s all that you could take.

“Okay, Aaron. We’re both adults here so let’s cut the crap.” You said, dropping the nice girl act and letting yourself in, closing the door behind you and wasting no time in approaching his desk.

“You’ve been giving me shit, questioned my methods and criticized my every move all day so either you’re jealous that another man was showing interest in me, or you’ve suddenly decided that you hate me, so which one is it?”

For just a moment, your mood taking such a determined and interrogative turn seemed to stun him, but he quickly regained his composure, pushing the file in front of him to the side.

“He was acting unprofessionally. I don’t blame him for being attracted to you but the professional thing to do would have been to wait with the flirting until the case was over, not head right into it at the scene of a crime, only a few feet away from a body.”

“OH, so you were jealous?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Are you listening to me?” He asked back, his face pulling into an expression of annoyance to match your own.

“If by ‘listening’ you mean listening to you spew out the world’s worst excuse, then yeah, I’m listening. You seem to forget that I’m a profiler, too. I can smell your bullshit from miles away.”

“Do I have to remind you that I am still your supe-“

“No, you listen to me.” You interrupted him, uncrossing your arms and taking a step forward. “You’re the one who wanted to end what we had going, before it had even begun. Do you expect me to live in celibacy for the rest of my life just because you can’t stand seeing me with a man who’s not you? I won’t do that.”

You shook your head as you finished and he stood up from his seat, taking a few steps closer to you and never letting his eyes leave yours.

“I have feelings for you and it’s clouding my judgement.” He finally confessed. “It feels wrong because you’re the older sister of one of my long-time colleagues and friends, but everything else feels right when I’m with you and I’m conflicted. I have never been in a situation like this before and I’m having a hard time figuring it out.”

You had laid awake so many nights after your kiss, wishing that he’d just confessed to the attraction you knew he felt just like you. And yet now that it actually happened, it wasn’t enough.

Your annoyed glare fell, instead being replaced by a straight, stoic expression as you swallowed. “I’m gonna ask you one question. Do you want me?” You asked, simply and straight-forward.

His face faltered, his eyes softening, but just as you’d expected, he said nothing.

You shook your head. “You’re gonna have to make up your mind, because I know my worth and I am worth way more than being held back by someone who doesn’t even want to be with me.”

“(Y/N)-“ He tried, taking a step closer in your direction and holding out his hand, but you interrupted him once more.

“No, this conversation is finished.” You glared again. “It’s clear that this is coming in the way of us properly doing our jobs so I’ll fill in the paperwork first thing tomorrow morning and find someone else to take my place until Jennifer comes back to make it easier for both of us. Good night.”

You turned around and headed for the door, your hand coming in contact with the cold metal of the knob.

But before you could open the door further than a thin slit, a hand was placed on the glass-window right by your head, said hand pushing the door back shut with a loud bang while another was placed on your upper arm, roughly turning you around.

You came face to face with him once more, this time with little to no space left between the two of you. “I am your superior and this conversation is finished when I say it is.” He glared down at you, one of his hands still placed by the side of your head, while the other moved to lock the door.

You were left breathless. The combination of the shock, the proximity, and the way he was acting so dominantly leaving you speechless.

“That was kind of hot…” Were the only words you could get out in all your flustered glory and you inwardly cringed, but he didn’t even seem to hear you, as his lips were on yours within the next second.

The moment he kissed you, all of the remaining shock melted right off, your body and mind reacting instinctively.

You moved your arms to wrap around his neck and his hands went straight for your waist. Your tongues met in no time and you were all on board, until you felt his hands begin to pull your shirt up from inside the hem of your pants.

When he successfully did so and you felt his warm fingers against the skin of your stomach, you pulled your lips away from his, your breath heavy and your eyes meeting his as he opened them.

“In your office? Who are you and what have you done with Agent Hotchner?” You panted, uncertainty and mischief battling in your mind, body and the tone of your voice.

Hotch only chuckled, raising a hand to your chin. “Behave and be quiet.” Was all he said back, before reattaching his lips to yours.

It was meant as a lighthearted joke you were sure, but the seemingly innocent combination of words did things to you that he could never imagine, setting every part of you on fire and drowning out all of the remaining uncertainty.

The kiss quickly intensified as it had the first time and this time you didn’t stop him when he moved his hands up your bare sides.

On the contrary, you helped him hurry it all along, moving your hands from the back of his neck to the front where you began working on his tie.

It came undone and found a spot on the floor and you wasted no time in moving on to the buttons of his shirt while he followed your lead and did the same to you.

Once your shirts were discarded as well, he broke away from the kiss and gave you a look you’d never found yourself at the receiving end of before.

“By my desk.” He told you simply, and the words tumbled out of your lips before you could stop them.

“Yes, sir.”

It wasn’t meant to be kinky in any way, the submissive address falling off your tongue naturally, but by no means did he seem opposed to it, his eyes darkening and his jaw clenching.

Exchanging no more words, you did as told and walked over to his desk while he walked around the room to close the blinds.

Everyone had gone home for the evening but in a place like this, you never knew when someone could show up out of the blue and you’d rather be safe than sorry.

While he did that, you undid the button of your pants and pulled them down, shaking them off your feet just as he finished with the windows and joined you by the desk, wasting no time in going in for your lips for the third time.

And you didn’t waste any time either, circling your arms back around his neck to pull him closer while he undid the buckle of his own belt.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He mumbled in question against your lips, his hands moving back to your waist and his movements temporarily halting.

You found it both amusing and adorable, the way he could be dominate one second and be the very person who started what you were doing in the first place, and then change back into his hesitant, careful self in a matter of minutes.

You didn’t say anything back, simply pressing your lips harder against his again and moving your hands down to the hem of his trousers to undo the button and zipper, and that’s the only answer he needed to take control once more.

His grip on your waist tightened and before you got the time to react, he effortlessly lifted you onto his desk, the sudden move causing a small sound of surprise to escape from your lips, being muffled against his.

He stepped in between your legs and didn’t waste any time, moving one of his hands to your stomach where he trailed his fingers down to the hem of your underwear, leaving a blaze of heat and goosebumps behind as he went.

He didn’t hesitate to dip his hand inside the thin fabric and you moaned, the new feeling being more exhilarating than words could explain.

You were already wet and hadn’t you been so impatient for him to take you right then and there, you would’ve been embarrassed because just like you were, he was a profiler. His job was to study human behavior and you knew that he knew just as well as you did that the only one who could have that effect on you was him.

And he wasn’t any different, his length rock hard in his boxers and throbbing with need just as you were.

He slowly pushed a finger inside you, followed by another, using his thumb to intensify your pleasure and need. He continued with this for only a moment, just to warm you up and stretch you out enough to be ready.

And when you were, he wasted no time in releasing himself from his boxers and lining himself up at your entrance.

He stopped himself for a moment, silently making sure you were still sure, and he got his answer when you wrapped your legs around him and pushed him in, to which he instantly responded by slowly beginning to meet your hips with his.

It started out slowly, your hands moving to his hair while his held a steady grip on your hips, your lips still joined together in continuous sloppy kisses. But he picked up his pace in no time, at which point you couldn’t hold the kiss any longer.

Instead, his face fell to the crook of your neck where you kept cradling the back of his head with one of your hands, holding on to his raven black hair while your other hand held your body upright on the desk.

The building was empty save the two of you but you still tried to make as little noise as you possibly could, your cautious side taking over like it almost always did and the creaking and banging noises from the desk being loud enough already.

You stayed in this position for a while, the only thing being heard being your merged breaths, the creaking of wood and the occasional moan leaving your mouths, but somewhere through the act, when you were both beginning to build up your climaxes, you switched positions so that you were bent forward over his desk.

His face was now positioned right by yours, his breath fanning your neck and his guttural groans and grunts being released right into your ear.

His thrusts were rough but his touches were everything but, his hands and fingers traveling your body with featherlight caresses and his lips pressing against your skin so gently it seemed as if he thought that you’d break if he added any more pressure.

You supported your weight with your forearms laid flat against the wooden surface in order to not fall face first into the wood and your entire face was pulled into an expression of pure bliss as his thumb rapidly rubbed tiny circles over and around the throbbing bundle of nerves while simultaneously rocking his hips into you.

Your moans were uncontrollable at this point as you felt the familiar knot build up in the pit of your stomach.

Soon enough, his thrusts began to get sloppy and unrhythmical, and after that it wasn’t long before you felt him release inside of you.

He rode out his high but continued, picking up his pace again for another few minutes before you finally followed his example and toppled over the edge, only then allowing your forehead to sink to the desk as you didn’t have the strength to hold yourself up anymore.

He continued thrusting into you until you came back down from your high, slowly pulling out only when he felt you relax in his arms and backing away, pulling his boxers back up.

You instantly grew colder without his body pressed tightly against yours and you pushed yourself up again as a shiver went down your spine.

Turning around, your eyes found his form instantly, watching as he reached to the other side of the desk for a box of tissues.

Sitting yourself down on the desk, you watched fondly with a small smile playing on your lips as he came back over to you and wordlessly began cleaning you up, wiping the tissue up your inner thigh with careful touches.

Once you were clean, the two of you separately began gathering your clothes and putting them back on.

Hotch was still over by his desk, dressed only at the lower part of his body while you stood by the door, watching him from afar while buttoning your shirt up where you had discarded it.

He fiddled with something at his desk, opening and closing drawers and making sure to throw the tissues in the bin at the floor, and you had just finished buttoning your shirt and picking up his from the floor when he approached you, your eyes meeting.

He took the light blue piece of clothing from your hand as you stretched it out for him and put it on, and you instinctively began buttoning it for him, something he didn’t protest against.

“Are you alright?” He carefully asked as he stared down at you, and you glanced up to meet his gaze.

“Was this just a casual, no strings attached, one-time thing?” You asked just as softly, and the way he stared down at you with an expression so stoic, you feared for a moment that he would leave your question unanswered like he had before.

But after a moment of silence, he shook his head and replied: “No.”, instantly causing a smile to rise to your lips.

“Then I’m feeling great.”

You moved your gaze back to your hands as you continued working on his buttons and he smiled lightly at the sight, admiring your gentle movements.

“I’m sorry, for turning you down the way I did. Not a day has gone by since you left that I haven’t regretted it.” He confessed quietly and you hummed, remaining silent until the last of the buttons was buttoned.

You looked back up at him only then, holding his gaze as you straightened his collar. “Well, I’m here now, and I’m giving you a second chance. So what are you going to do about it?”

The corner of his lips tugged, his eyes still watching you fondly as you began working on his tie. “Some of those restaurants the detective suggested are pretty good.” He hinted and you raised an eyebrow.

“So you were jealous? Listening in to all of our conversations?”

He had to fight back the smile at the sight of your complacency, shrugging his shoulders in a feign unbothered manner. “Maybe. A little bit.” He replied plainly, which only caused your smirk to widen.

“A little bit, he says, after just having taken me from behind against his desk.”

Your bold and blunt remark caused his eyes to widen slightly with surprise, a chuckle slipping past his lips.

“Funny.” He remarked.

“Aren’t I?” You grinned, gently slapping his chest as you finished restoring his tie to its former, crisp glory. “So, when should I expect my carriage?”

His chuckle died down into a sincere smile, and your heart thudded in your chest when he stepped closer to you and gently took your upper arms in his hands. “Friday, eight o’clock.” He said. “If you’re free.”

“Friday it is.” You agreed. “Don’t be late.”

You gave him a teasing look and moved your arms out of his grasp so that you could take his hands in yours, which he did nothing to stop.

“You have my word.” He smiled back, putting his dimple on full display.

You nodded your head in approval and began backing away toward the door, only letting go of his hands when they became too far away to reach and turning around to unlock and open the door.

“Hey.” His voice called from behind you before you could exit his office and before you could react, he had once again grabbed your hand and spun you around to face him.

You gave him a questioning look but before you could wonder aloud, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.

It was quick and more of a peck than a real kiss, but it left both of you smiling from ear to ear nonetheless.

“Good night.” He told you once you broke apart again.

“Night.” You softly replied, squeezing his hand and sharing one last glance before he let go of your hand and allowed you to leave.

You had to force yourself to keep your shit together until you were out of his line of sight, at which point your rapidly beating heart and dizzy head caught up with you, a breath you hadn’t known you were holding being released from your quivering lips.

Once you made it out of the building, you wasted no time in getting to your car and heading straight for your sister’s house, where the entire family was most likely sleeping seeing as they would be up and at it in less than five hours to catch their plane.

But you didn’t care about the hour of the night, and obviously, neither did JJ once she saw the look on your face, knowing what had happened before you’d even gotten the chance to open your mouth.

Will was less than pleased to be awoken by your rapid knocking in the middle of the night but he quickly retreated into the bedroom to fall back asleep once he made sure you weren’t an intruder, leaving you to yourselves.

JJ demanded to know everything, every little detail, and you obeyed, giving her every piece of information you had to give.

Once an hour had passed, you finally stood up to leave and JJ followed you to the front door, waving you off and keeping her composure until you were gone.

The second she could no longer see the headlights of your car, she hurried back into the house and dived straight for her phone. 

Penelope was not the kind of person who appreciated being woken up from her slumber but much like JJ, she didn’t care in the slightest once she heard what her fine, furry friend had to say, loudly celebrating into the speaker much to the dismay of Kevin who was left grumbling in the background, that their ship had finally sailed.

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Only Temporary: Sebastian Tate

Hello. I was completely blown away by the positive response I got on the first piece of Jaime’s story (title under construction). Thank you to everyone who had a kind word to say about it! You made me really happy I made the mildly frightening choice to post.

In the interest of acclimating to the no-rules, freedom-to-post-out-of-order structure of this community, I wanted to introduce a new piece of the puzzle this time, with a new character that will come into play later.

Also, this piece goes into a little bit of the details, but for frame of reference on the BBU-adjacent thing: this story takes place in a not-so-distant future of the BBU, where WRU has undergone some changes. I look forward to exploring this world building more as I go.

Anyway, I’m rambling again. Thanks for reading. Here it is:

WARNINGS: General BBU warnings, talk of institutionalized slavery, classism, and general terribleness of large corporations. Referenced past homophobia and rough parental relationships, briefly implied/referenced non-con.

When Sebastian reflects on the day he graduated from med school, a sort of emptiness is the memory that first bobs to the surface. Among the cheers and camera flashes in the crowd, white coats and proud smiles, what Sebastian recalls most vividly from that day is looking out into the sea of parents and families and people there to support their loved ones on one of the biggest days of their lives, and not seeing a single person that had come for him.

What should have been one of the happiest moments of his life had been quickly overshadowed by the sinking feeling that none of it mattered as much as it would have if he had someone to share it with. Like there was something so fundamentally wrong with his life, that even something as objectively good and right and decent as becoming a doctor could be dulled over into a feeling of nothingness.

Perhaps, he thinks in hindsight, that moment had been foreshadowing for the following months ahead of him.

Watching rejection after rejection pour in from his top residency programs had felt like nothing short of his own personalized nightmare. He had spent several nights in a row on the phone with Alex, his undergrad roommate and only friend, clamoring back from the edge of many a panic attack, spiraling into all-out existential dread about the future and the past and what all of it meant for him if he couldn’t land an internship, let alone a real job out of school. To his credit, Alex never gave up hope in his friend. Or at least, he did a decent job hiding it if he did. Which was probably exactly what Sebastian needed to get through that particularly dark time in his life, and a good reminder of what a solid friend he had. Even if it was a party of two.

Unfortunately, Sebastian did not have the same faith in himself.

He was able to keep up some facade of optimism as his top five were picked off one by one. Telling himself, despite his devastation, that they were a pretty far reach, anyway. Even with good academic standing, it was famously no walk in the park to land yourself at John Hopkins or Mayo as a first-year. He even maintained a brave face as his first few safety programs reached capacity and moved forward without his name on the roster.

It wasn’t until he received his final rejection letter from some internal medicine place in Bumfuck, Idaho that he felt himself slip into dangerous territory. Sebastian knew himself well enough to know his own depressive patterns by then, and he knew it was only exponential decay from there.

Rock bottom came, as it did, in the wee hours of the night, after a full bottle of wine. Alone in his small apartment, surrounded by half-packed boxes with no destination, Sebastian found himself sprawled out on the floor with his laptop hot against his thighs. He couldn’t have explained why he opted for a privacy browser, but something about it allowed him to justify the words that he typed into the search bar.

It was a new low, and one he had sworn to himself he would never stoop to. Yet there he was.

He gave himself a moment to reconsider, to back out of what was undoubtedly a morally-gray train wreck waiting to happen as his thumb hovered over the enter key. And then the alcohol decided to override his moral compass.

Facility Care is the open secret of the medical profession. It comes with its fair share of stigma, and rightfully so, but it is notoriously easy to break into and pays a decent wage.

There are two types of people who end up stooping to that kind of employment. More often than not, it consists of doctors and nurses who had their licenses revoked or suspended somewhere along the line and needed a way back in. As far as Sebastian understood, they aren’t terribly ridgid about the particulars of each circumstance. After all, in the eyes of the law, the patients they would be treating are a price tag away from being entirely expendable.

The other percentage of Facility Care workers, and the reason Sebastian found himself staring at his too-bright computer screen with a sinking feeling of dread that night, are young medical graduates who find themselves in a tough spot. It isn’t difficult to spell out the logic behind that one when you open the WRU CAREERS tab on the home page and see the bright white words printed across the top of the screen:

LOAN FORGIVENESS.

It is shamelessly predatory and aggressively capitalistic, but Sebastian supposes that particular exploitation is pretty far down on the list of transgressions for an institution of legalized slavery. A few broke and hopeless medical students were hardly going to keep the Powers That Be up at night when they were able to rest easy under the weight of hundreds of thousands of stolen lives.

The whole thing is part of the massive PR overhaul the company did a few years back. In a world that was slowly inching toward civil activism and with the accessibility of platforms like social media to hold them accountable, WRU had to adapt to survive. Adaptation, in this case, took the form of changing the barest of minimums in order to keep themselves above board — to the public eye, anyway. Anyone who dares to take a closer look at the policy changes can see that it’s bullshit.

Changing ownership conditions to a rent-by-contract basis isn’t the humanitarian move they try to paint it as. In the end, it probably just equals out to more money in the company’s pocket when they can get more return on their “investments,” and a larger chance of exploitation for the people being moved around.

Getting rid of the Romantic division is an entirely meaningless gesture when they are still loaning out human beings with no legal rights and the inability to say “no.”

And offering an open job market with good wages and healthcare options to lower class individuals is a pretty convenient way to mute the backlash.

Essentially, you can tie a system of slavery and abuse up in a bow and make it pretty on the outside, but at the end of the day, it’s still fucking slavery.

Not that he has any room to criticize now. Now that he’s one of them.

In the end, Seb tries to justify his decision a few different ways. He is, after all, more or less a young man alone in the world. The odds are stacked against him and have been for a while. With only his own two legs to stand on, the only force stronger than his internal ambition is his instinct for survival, and he’s been running on those fumes for longer than he can count.

He had lasted less than two months under his parents’ roof after he came out of the closet at eighteen. It wasn’t exactly a surprise for anyone involved; Sebastian’s parents had known about (and subsequently bottled) his… urges… since he was in high school. Probably before that, if he is being honest with himself. And Sebastian, for his part, had spent the better part of his teenage years mentally preparing for the inevitable. He can recall long, late nights he had spent crying into his pillow and the perfectly-scripted ‘coming out’ speeches he recited to his mirror when he was one-hundred percent sure his parents were asleep.

Of course, none of the preparation had been anywhere near adequate when he actually found himself wilting beneath the heat of his father’s glare, the weight of his mother’s grief.

But. He had recovered. That is the point he tries to remember when the memories sting fresh beneath his skin, even all these years later. He has more-than proven himself to be a survivor. He has worked harder than anyone he knows for every scholarship, every grant, every dollar to put himself through school. Sacrificed nights out and real relationships for night shifts at shitty diners and long weekends cramming for exams. It hadn’t been easy, but he considers it the price he had to pay for his independence. For freedom, to live the life as the person he is meant to be, despite his unfortunate odds. He spent years telling himself it would be worth it. That one day, his hard work would pay off.

He can’t stop now.

Sebastian doesn’t have the luxury of taking time off to reroute when his navigation has gone amiss. He is walking the precarious line of rapidly accruing interest and student loans and a dwindling savings account, and there is no safety net below him.

Beggars can’t be choosers, and as it turns out, beggars sometimes have to compromise their moral integrity in order to survive.

It’s only temporary.

That is the mantra that gets him through the (half-drunken) application process and the (disturbingly lax) interview process. It is a job. One job. In the medical field, though the details are up for debate, and it is real-life money for rent and food and a savings that will hopefully be sizable enough to get him where he really wanted to be. Which is… really, anywhere else.

He can do ‘temporary.’ And perhaps, some misguided part of him thinks he can do some genuine good from the inside, too. ‘Be the change you want to see’ and all that.

It is a far jump from the floor of his apartment, sloshed and exhausted and desperate, to the cold, sharp reality of walking into his place of employment on his first day of work. Ironically, it feels a lot like an echo of the emptiness from his graduation day.

‘Sterile’ doesn’t quite cover it. ‘Sterile’ is the expectation of any well-respected medical establishment, but the inside of the facility walls has been wiped clean of far more than bacteria and germs. It is completely devoid of humanity. The long corridors that connect the medical wing to the general ward are windowless and dimly lit by flickering fluorescent panels that had make his head pound for the entirety of his first week.

He is given an office, though it is a term he, himself, might use loosely, as it is more akin to what was probably a storage closet before the old prison had been converted into the state’s training headquarters. It leaves him just enough space for a small desk and two chairs. On his first day, he asks if it is okay to bring in some personal items to spruce the place up. The older, balding doctor who had been assigned to show him around merely shrugs, and Sebastian decides to take that as a yes.

The small, pink-framed photo of a six-year-old Sebastian Tate in his grandfather’s white coat and an old-school stethoscope around his neck is hardly enough to make the place cozy from the corner of his desk, but it’s a good enough reminder of why he has to make this work.

‘It’s only temporary.’

‘Be the change you want to see.’

He will do his best.

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Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven.

Wordcount: 3k

Summary: 

Akaashi Keiji catches glimpses of another life in his dreams. He dreams of fields of endless gold, of constellation of stars that light up the night sky. He hears the echo of birdsong in her laughter, her song to the gods in the wind.

(Loosely inspired by Kimi No Nawa)

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Author’s note: This fic is a little different from my usual work, so I’m a little nervous about publishing it. If you do like it, would love if you leave a comment / reblog / anything! 

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The first time it happens, Akaashi is in his third year of university. 

The upside of staying in Tokyo for university (his mother cried when he got into Waseda, her alma mater) is that he sees his family almost every weekend for cosy family dinners. The downside of staying in Tokyo for university is that he really has no excuse when his parents insist on carrying on Hatsumode, the first prayer of the new year, at the crack of dawn at the shrine close to their home. It’s not that he minds the tradition per se, but he did just spend all night rushing his projects just so he could adhere to the unspoken rule that no work should be done during the New Year holidays and spend some time flying kites with his little cousins. 

Still, there is something magical about starting the New Year watching dawn break and the world awaken from its slumber just as he reaches the summit of all twenty six steps to the top of the shrine, shrouded in the bare branches of the wisteria trees. He tosses coins into the box, drops into a deep bow twice, chin at waist level, clapping twice before bowing a final time. His mother buys far too many omamori, presses at least half of them into his unwilling hands when the omikuji he draws has a great curse scribbled on it. He’s not superstitious, so it doesn’t bother him, but he knows his mother is, so he does accept the omamori with some grace, though he draws the line at the love charm she tries to sneak into the pile. 

‘Mum, I’m too busy at school for a partner’, he tells her firmly. ‘Why don’t you pass it to Yuji-kun, he’s already started work, but hasn’t found a girlfriend from what Oba-chan tells me’. His elder cousin shoots him a particularly malevolent glare that he meets with a placid smile as his mother diverts her attention to him instead.

The faintest shiver runs up his fingers when he deposits the old charm he found in the corner of his closet, grey and faded with time, in the koshinsatsu osamedokoro, the omamori drop off open only during the first day of the New Year. The shiver turns into a ripple of cool water racing up his wrists and roars into an tsunami of dread when the attendant tells him all deposited charms will be burnt in the ritual fire in a fortnight’s time, but he writes it off as a symptom of his lack of sleep and starts to turn away. 

There’s a sudden echo of a nightmare of raging flames that prompts him to swivel around to snatch the omamori and stuff it back in his pocket, muttering apologies to the shocked attendant. Later, when he has time to process his impulse, he’d find it strange. In the meantime however, the festivities wait for no one, so he distracts himself by eating far too much dango and mochi in between rounds of tossing kites up to catch the wind. His uncles slip him full cups of sake and sweetened rice wine to his mother’s disapproval, which in hindsight he should have heeded, as he stumbles to bed that night, head heavy with alcohol. 

That night he dreams of a girl with curly hair, lying in a field of endless gold - daffodils to mark the dawn of spring. 

‘Also known as narcissus’, he hears himself say, hears himself narrate the myth of a man so entranced by his own reflection in the water that he lost his will when he realizes he cannot have his object of desire. A girlish voice lilts teasingly – ‘the flowers are too pretty to be ruined by your obsession of stories written by grumpy old men’. He wakes up with the ghost of laughter on his lips, but there’s a lingering sense of loss budding in barren soil of his heart. 

It does prompt him to pop by the florist near his parents’ house to order a bouquet of daffodils for his mom to be delivered on the first day of spring. He’s accustomed to the old couple running the shop, so he pauses just for a second when he walks into the store to find a new girl at the counter. She must not be used to customers yet, dropping the bouquet she’s working on when she notices him. 

‘Hi’, she stammers, cheeks pink. ‘What can I do for you?’

‘I’d like to make an advance order for daffodils please.’ 

‘For spring?’ she asks, and he nods, writing down his parents’ address when prompted. ‘That’s a good choice!’ 

She waves him off with a cheerful – ‘please come back again’, and he does not notice that there are stars in her eyes. 

His mother drags him back to the shrine on the third day of the holidays, and he obliges her, ever the dutiful only son, even though the frigid temperature makes his breath puff up into clouds and the tip of his nose turns numb. The old omamori is still snug in his jacket pocket, and as his fingers brush against it, he can feel the threads of the charm unravelling, the fabric almost fragile in its worn, threadbare state but he does not attempt to dispose of it again.  

‘What are you going to do once you’re done with your degree, Keiji?’ His mother asks, when they stop by an old teahouse for a cup of steaming genmaicha, the aroma of roasted rice tea warm against his cold nose. 

‘I intend to apply for a job at a publishing company after I graduate’, he tells her seriously, and she nods, encouraging him to continue. ‘I’m hoping it’s something to do with my major, preferably Japanese literature, better yet if it's poetry, but in this market, I’ll take what I can get’. 

His mother nods, smiling at him fondly. ‘I remember you used to be obsessed with Shakespeare and Greek myths when you were younger, all the way through high school, and your father and I thought that you’d end up majoring in that in university. You really surprised us when you chose to major in Japanese literature instead.’

‘I don’t know why, to be honest. Maybe I had a good Japanese literature tutor?’ He laughs, fiddling with his teacup. 

‘Mm I don’t think so though. I remember you complaining that Raku-sensei was so dull he caused everyone to fall asleep.’ He shrugs, and though she stares at him curiously, she does not pursue the line of conversation any further. 

That night he dreams of waking up in an old wooden house, shivering in a thick futon, the smoldering embers from the irori, mere inches from his face. It’s so very different from his childhood bedroom filled with modern appliances and walls of books neatly shelved in alphabetical order, but he doesn’t notice that in the dark. Instead, he reaches for his phone to check the time, bolting awake because that can’t be, he never misses his alarm, mentally calculating that he must leave the house in exactly fifteen minutes to make it in time for practice when a little boy bursts through the door. 

‘Nee-chan’, the little boy whines. ‘I’m hungry. Time for breakfast’. 

Did he just say Nee-chan? Scratch that - since when did he have a little brother? 

He scrambles out of bed, groping his way in the dark to the washroom. The cold water should wake him up, but when he looks up at the mirror above the sink, the face he’s staring at does not belong to him. No - it belongs to a dark eyed girl with curly hair - but it doesn’t make sense, shouldn’t make sense, because when he reaches a trembling finger to poke at the mirror, he is she or she is him - 

The ensuing panic and confusion makes him jerk out of his dream, but when he rushes to the washroom to check that he’s still himself, he is relieved to see that it’s still him - Akaashi Keiji, with dark circles around his eyes, staring back in disbelief. 

He chalks his strange dream up to the stress he carries around from trying to clear all his course work so he can audit additional classes over the next term. 

Except the dreams don’t stop, not even when he moves back to the university dorms. He keeps waking up drenched in cold sweat, clutching at his arms even though they’re clear of the scratches he sees in his dreams, red and raw and stretching all the way up his elbows. 

‘Be kinder to Hana-chan, Keiji-kun’, he hears the call of the same girl in his mind and he shudders, unsure whether the disembodied voice floating through his mind is a memory from his dream. ‘She’s going through an awfully tough time’.

‘It doesn’t give her the right to hurt you like that’, he can hear his faint disapproval. 

‘Never mind that, it’s not a big deal. What are we reading today – don’t tell me it’s anything like Hamlet. That was horrendously depressing.’ 

‘Midsummer’s Night Dream? It’s a romantic comedy at least.’

‘Only a nerd like you would read Shakespeare in high school – and it’s not even in Japanese!’

‘Hush – you don’t get to complain when I’m reading it out to you.’

‘What on earth is going on’, he mutters to himself. The copious amounts of frigid water he splashes onto his face is no antidote to this madness.

‘Sato-san, are you feeling alright?’ he asks his grimacing classmate in concern, lines of pain etched onto her face. 

‘I’m fine, Akaashi-kun’, she manages to spit out, clutching her stomach with white-knuckled hands. ‘It’ll pass in a bit, I hope’. 

‘Are you sure you’re fine? I could help you to the nurse’s office if that helps’. 

His classmate shakes her head, a blush staining her cheeks. ‘It’s just that time of the month. I apologise if that’s too much information to be polite’. 

Ah. But somehow even though he has no sisters, and his female classmates in high school were oddly reticent about their periods (strange, considering it is part and parcel of being a mammal for far more than a millenium) the steps to deal with this particular conundrum come to him so naturally it’s almost as if the answers were presented to him previously in a dream. 

‘Here’, he passes Sato-san painkillers, chocolate and a hot water bottle he’d managed to talk the university nurse into loaning him, and Sato practically whimpers in gratitude. 

‘You’re a lifesaver, Akaashi-kun’, she tells him and he nods, content that he’s solved the problem so efficiently. 

That night he wakes up in her body again. The room is dark, save for the sliver of white light between the blinds that allows him to discern the growing crimson stain between her legs. 

‘Don’t you know all women have to deal with this nonsense every month? But I’ll tell you a trick - painkillers, chocolate and a hot water bottle will make you feel as right as rain’, he hears her voice declare in his mind, and he startles awake to find himself back in his own bed, blessedly clear of any bloodstains. 

It must be a dream borne out of what happened today, he tells himself firmly and shrugs it off. The rest of his slumber is thankfully shorn of dreams. 

But then these dreams start to crash into his sleep like a series of never ending waves, and he’s a short hop, skip, jump away from falling off the cliff into a distracted madness, the rate his sleep keeps getting disrupted. He keeps waking up in her body, it makes him feel like a creep, wearing her skin like an ill-fitting glove, and he decided does not think about how strange it feels to have twin lumps of flesh in front of his chest (his mother raised him to be a gentleman, after all). 

The contents of these dreams are relatively cyclical. He wakes up at dawn, puts on her school uniform, makes breakfast for the little boy - Toya-chan over the primitive hearth before rushing to school through dirt paths lined with trees. His - or rather her classmates stare at her with a mix of condescension and apathy, and her hours in school are spent in a lonely silence, save when Hana-chan gets up in her face and screams absolute nonsense about staying the fuck away from her, which seems a little dramatic considering she’s the one doing the confronting, but it’s just a dream, so he keeps telling himself. It’s not like he can change anything about it. 

‘Does it bother you? That you’re alone?’ he asks her one day. 

‘Not really. I have you and Toya-chan, don’t I?’ she responds. 

‘I suppose’, he says, voice trailing off. 

He catches glimpses of sun drenched afternoons spent in fields of flowers, glances of dusky evenings spent in the forest basking in the light of the setting sun. He agonizes over stacks of homework, digs for mushrooms in the damp earth, climbs through wire fences to scavenge for eggs in neighbouring farms. 

‘Aren’t your parents worried about you and Toya-chan?’ he can hear himself question her one night. 

‘My mom is dead and my dad can’t be home often, he works on construction projects around Sapporo. He sends cash to me and Toya-chan, and it isn’t always enough, but he tries his best ’, she answers, her voice feather light. 

‘I’m sorry’, he tells her a little awkwardly, thinking about his happy family and wondering how it’d feel like to have them torn away from him so early on in life. 

‘Don’t be’, she replies, ‘Sometimes I wonder if it’s better to have good parents who’re dead or absent rather than horrible parents who’re still alive’. 

He jolts awake again, relieved to find himself back in his bed. It’s barely four in the morning, but he’s not going to be able to sleep after that, so he resigns himself to using the time to get cracking on his college assignments anyway. But he makes sure to call his mother once day breaks and he’s sure she’s returned from the market with groceries in tow, telling her awkwardly that he’s just calling to catch up and hopes she’s been well and ok bye mum I love you very much, heart pounding when he hangs up abruptly. 

He has a standing appointment on the first Thursday every month to meet Kenma for coffee at a café a stone’s throw away from Waseda. They both order black coffee, which is strange for Kenma considering his legendary sweet tooth, but he knows Kenma too well to know that the ridiculously successful game streamer is only drinking coffee to stay awake, the shadows under his eyes deeper and darker than those under Akaashi’s own eyes.  

‘Doesn’t Kuroo-san nag you go to bed at a decent time?’ 

Kenma doesn’t even bother to flick his eyes up, busy gulping mouthfuls of the bitter liquid. ‘Speak for yourself. Not sleeping well either?’ 

Akaashi shrugs his shoulders helplessly, stirring his coffee. ‘Mm. ‘I’ve been having strange recurring dreams and it’s been affecting my sleep’. 

Kenma merely hums in reply, and Akaashi finds himself spilling out the entire weird series of events – though to be absolutely accurate, his dreams aren’t real so they can’t be termed as events, but they’ve been haunting him for the past month so they might as well be at this rate. He explains about finding himself in the body of a high school girl with curly hair and a dimple on one cheek, how he’s lived her life enough in the past month that he can map out her days with startling certainty, how he knows it’s not real – it can’t be real, but his dreams glimmer with such vibrancy that they feel real. 

‘Am I going crazy?’ he asks. 

‘I highly doubt it’, Kenma says, tapping his chin in thought. ‘Maybe it’s like one of those exploration video games where you have to take your time to discover its world to figure out the narrative the game is feeding you.’ 

Trust Kenma to relate everything to video games. 

‘That was singularly unhelpful’, Akaashi says dryly as Kenma chuckles quietly in response. 

He is almost afraid to fall asleep again but his eyelids are weighed down by weeks’ worth of sleep deprivation and soon he finds himself again in her body. 

It’s a clear winter’s night. He’s huddled under a thick blanket to shield himself from the bitter cold, watching the embers in the hearth glow yellow and gold. 

‘It’s late. Can’t sleep?’ 

‘Mm’ he replies. ‘Wondering what tomorrow will bring.’ 

‘You’re overthinking again, Keiji’, she chuckles. ‘Tomorrow’s going to be just another day. You’ll wake up back in your warm bed at the crack of dawn for volleyball practice, attend classes in your fancy private school, and play even more volleyball with your beloved Bokuto-san’. 

He rolls his eyes heavenwards at her words and her laugh this time is loud, bright. 

‘You know I only speak the truth. Now, since you need to wake up ridiculously early tomorrow, why don’t I tell you a bedtime story so you can fall asleep.’

‘I’m not a child’, he replies dryly, but does not object when she starts to narrate the tale of a princess exiled from the moon, who is raised by a humble woodcutter and his wife to become a renowned beauty, with five suitors seeking her hand. ‘That’s mean of her’, he mumbles as she describes how the princess rebuffs her suitors by setting them impossible tasks, drifts to sleep as her voice softens as she describes how the princess falls in love with the Emperor, but breaks both their hearts because she knows she must return to the moon someday. He’s fast asleep when she reaches the ending where the princess leaves all her memories on earth with tears in her eyes, gifting the emperor with an elixir of immortality which he burns, because he declares life isn’t worth living without her. 

‘Goodnight Keiji’, she says, her voice shimmering in the still night air.   

For the first time in a long while, Akaashi wakes up at peace. 

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